Desperate Quest
By George
fraterworks@tampabay.rr.com
Posted: May 28, 2007


Note from the Author:
I discovered the television series "Battlestar Galactica" some time
after it had been discontinued. I had no knowledge of any plans for
the continuation of the series, so I wrote this story to tie up the
loose ends left hanging. In the process, I found that the series would
be continued, so I offered it to the publishers, touting it as a
source of adventures that would supply ideas for at least a year's
worth of episodes. They would have none of it; they wouldn't even read
it for fear that I might sue for some sort of compensation for stories
that I might believe were plagiarized. Since I used the whole series
as a basis for my story, I couldn't think of any way to change it to
be acceptable to them.



     APOLLO'S CHRONICLES:
     We must keep constant vigilance, especially in the direction from
which we came. It's not just that they might come someday, they will
come. We must be ready.
     END OF ENTRY.

* * *

CHAPTER ONE

     Governor Apollo sat alone on the bench at the end of the bridge,
staring down at the stream, in deep thought.
     He rose early as was his habit and weather permitting came to this,
his favorite spot, as the colony woke to the new day. It was early
morning on the mountain, the air still and crisp.
     The sky began to light up in the east.
     Warm zephyr breezes crossed the distant shore and the broad valley
far below, and rose into the mountain slopes and through the pass above.
They caressed his face and wafted his hair, doing their best to console
him.
     Rich farm land lay in the valley. Beyond, rain forests stretched to
the sea. At times, clouds soaked the forests or shrouded the mountain
tops. Nearby, Colonials happily strolled to work and children to school.
In the distance farmers and foresters toiled at their crafts, getting an
early start in the cool of the morning.
     A Surfashuttle floated across the valley floor. The pilot might be
Dillon, Boxie's lifelong friend since they were pups, twenty-four years
before.
     Just four years ago, Boxie graduated with honors from the Academy.
Besides Starhound Viper Pilots, Honor Graduates become Cadet Leaders.
They help the instructors and advise the cadets, racking out in the
Cadets quarters. In emergencies they can be called on anytime to man
their Vipers.
     Each day was different - day, he mused, what a strange and wonderful
world. Since we came to Earth a 'year' before, we came to understand the
words used here to describe the measurement of things. 'Day' and 'year'
make sense, but other words like 'inch' and 'mile'? He sighed. How
awkward, but typical of humans to resist change and cling to familiar
things.
     Apollo had been amazed when the Colonials reached Earth to discover
that the measurements of time on Earth were nearly identical to those in
the Colonies. He had wondered why. The Colonials deemed it necessary to
use common time standards throughout the ten planet Federations, but the
standards were not due to any known natural occurrences anywhere that
they knew of. Now he knew. 'Day' and 'year' back there matched the
durations of Earth's rotation and the orbit around Earth's star.
     A warm and comforting feeling blanketed Apollo when he thought of
it. Every Colonial had thought that Kobol was their home planet, but the
time measurements must have come from here. Our ancestors must have first
left Earth to colonize space. We're finally home.
     Often, Boxie came down from Galactica on liberty to the bench by the
bridge to discuss things such as this with him. Apollo shared the thrill
and pride when Commander Tigh assigned Boxie and Dillon to his old
outfit, the Blue Squadron, under his long time warrior friend, Jolly.
     Boxie came home on liberty whenever he could swing a pass and it
wouldn't interfere with his duties. That wasn't very often, but when he
came he seemed eager to have those talks by the stream with his dad. It
was so comforting, having his companionship, and at the same time helping
with his Academy demands. Often Boxie drew him out about his Blue
Squadron experiences.
     Those were times when Apollo could put his past into perspective. He
had many hurtful memories he was reluctant to talk about, memories of
Starbuck and his other dear friends lost in the escape. But all of those
losses, however hurtful, gained meaning when he was able to share them
with Boxie.
     Here, from the security of Earth - the sanctuary they had so long
sought - after many had died, Apollo had a renewed perspective. Now he
thought of his fallen friends with pride and a warmth he had not known
before.
     Starbuck! How he missed that sandy haired swashbuckler!
Swashbuckler? Yes! But sensitive and endearing, and a loyal and devoted
friend, his best friend and comrade since the Academy.
     Boxie developed an identification with his heritage. The warm and
understanding look in his eyes told Apollo that. Boxie's feeling of
importance and hope for the future had grown out of the richness of the
past.
     Apollo's thoughts often wandered to memories of his beloved wife,
Boxie's mother. Her sacrifice had seemed so futile. Yet Apollo's new
appreciation for his past gave him comfort and pride in Serena's part in
it all even more.  He smiled when he thought of her joy when she became a
Shuttle Cadet. She had at last been able to contribute to the defense of
the fleet. And when the need pressed her into service as a Viper Pilot,
she took it in stride. Her death was a monument to the determination of
the humans, and the oneness of their cause. And it was an inheritance she
left to him and their son.
     The fleet had finally reached Earth, but Apollo's obligations as a
warrior did not end there. They could not end there. Much as he wanted to
put the terror of the past behind him, he could not. His debt to his
fallen comrades in arms and to the civilians slaughtered by the Cylons,
was an ever-present burden to him.
     Suddenly he felt a foreboding chill. He thought of the excitement
that spread through the fleet when the Colonials heard the first
transmissions from Earth. What a joyful celebration that was. But since
we arrived, I've thought many times about how excited the Cylons would be
if they ever hear the transmissions themselves. I shuddered at the
thought. What a frenzy that would be.
     We tried to convince the natives of the danger lurking in space, and
the importance of limiting the power of their transmissions. Their armed
forces deemed the early warning detection devices to be essential to
protect themselves from one another. And there are many who still do not
trust us.
     The entertainment industries resisted. Limitation of transmitter
power would limit their areas of influence, or increase the cost of
reaching them. And we cannot yet risk giving them the technology to
correct the situation.
     When we first arrived, we established outposts in orbits around each
of the planets, wherever we might conceal ourselves from Cylon sensors.
They're of great strategic military value, but of little value as part of
the defense force: one Shuttle Craft outfitted with surveillance
equipment, and one Viper. They're listening posts capable of detecting
Cylon craft and relaying the information back here, hopefully without the
Cylons' knowledge.
     If an outpost were to detect Cylons, they would attempt to lure them
away before they could pick up Earth's transmissions. If that fails, the
entire Colonial Military will engage them in a fight to the death.
     One Viper stands ready at the Defense Control Center in case
Galactica leaves on a training cruise. No more can be spared.
     Since we lost the Pegasus, Galactica is the only remaining
Battlestar.     
     Where are the Cylons? Are they galaxies away and moving away from
Earth, or are they just out of range, ready to attack? That thought was
enough to make any Colonial shudder.
     A hand gently touched his shoulder. "You're troubled, Apollo. What's
wrong?" It was Athena. She knew Apollo would be there at the bench at
that time. Principal of the neighborhood school, she sometimes joined him
for a moment on her way to work.
     He rose to his feet and they embraced. They were such a comfort to
one another since their dad went away. "Oh, Sis, I don't know. I should
feel secure, and usually I do, but sometimes I think of how vulnerable we
are, here on the surface."
     "I know."
     "In Galactica we could respond to any threat immediately. But here
we are, defenseless. Sometimes I wonder if it was wise to settle here.
Perhaps we should have stayed in the fleet and searched the skies for
Cylons. At least we could see them coming."
     "Yes," Athena said, "but we have a good life here. Most of the
Colonials' lives are good. Look at Bojay and me. You have a nephew and
niece we all are proud of."
     "Of course. I love Caprica and Aquarius. I love your family. And
you're right, life is good here. But sometimes the danger of a Cylon
attack gets to me. We have to stay alert continuously, ready to respond
at a moment's notice. It's such a burden. I feel really alone at times."
     "I know. But we can be content that we are all in this together -
Apollo, maybe you should think about finding someone to share your life."
Athena stopped short of mentioning Sheba, but it was the match on many of
the Colonials' minds.
     "I know you mean well, Sis, but I can't get over Serena. I don't
want to."
     "I know."
     Apollo turned his face upward. "It's reassuring to see Galactica up
there, always vigilant. She's always there for us, scanning for Cylons."
     "That reassures me, too."
     "It is nice to think of Boxie up there whenever I care to look, only
minutes away."
     "He's become a fine warrior. You can be proud of how you raised
him."
     "Serena had already brought him a long way. I don't know how she did
it, alone."
     "And you managed very nicely, too."
     "It's been hard at times, but he's always a pleasure. Now, ever
since he attended the Academy and has to be away, I miss him, but he's
not far away, and he often comes down to visit. That's a joy."
     "That shows how close he feels toward you."
     "One time he asked me why, with all my experience as a warrior and
leader, I'm not instructing at the academy."
     "That tells me that he wanted to be closer to you."
     Apollo nodded. "I like to think that. He said that all of the cadets
would benefit, not just one." The answer was painfully simple to Apollo.
"As much as I wanted to, the Council of the Twelve decided this for me.
Their argument was persuasive."
     It was one of the few times he agreed with them, at least in
principle. "They said they needed my 'stabilizing' influence with the
native humans. 'Stabilizing' was the key word, since it is imperative
that stability be maintained."
     "That's why they chose you to be Governor?"
     "Yes. They judged Dad to be too old."
     Adama served forty years as Commander of Galactica and the fleet on
her trek to Earth, and as the Colonials' spiritual leader. He retired
from the service but remained an honored member of the Council of the
Twelve. Because of their kinship, he abstained from voting on Apollo's
appointment. Soon after, his health failed, and he went away.
     Athena said, "Apollo, we both know that Dad was not too old. But I
was happy when they chose you. It was a good choice. And Dad deserved the
rest. I enjoyed the time we had with him." She rose. "Apollo, I have to
get to school now, I hope you feel better."
     "I do. Thanks, Athena. Hug Caprica and Aquarius for me, and say
hello to Bojay. I hope he's doing all right. Director of the Control
Center is quite a responsibility."
     "Yes, but as long as we see Galactica up there, the pressure is
off."
     "Good - I'll see you all soon, I hope."
     "Yes," she called back, "let's make it soon."
     Apollo did feel better, but he couldn't forget the burden the
Council of the Twelve laid on him. 
     "Apollo, it is imperative," they had stressed, "that we pose no
perceived threat to the natives. We must have the appearance of friends
intent on a peaceful coexistence with our neighbors. Boomer and Sheba
will teach at the academy in your place. They are two of our most capable
pilots.
     "Boomer was your aide and wingman in most of your experiences after
we lost Starbuck. He was an integral part of the fleet's defense system
and an excellent choice to teach defense strategies.
     "Sheba served as one of her dad's most gifted lieutenants before we
lost him and the Pegasus. As such she functions as one of the Colonials'
most knowledgeable and experienced authorities on attack strategies."
     The fleet defended itself and used attack only as part of the
broader defense strategy. Sheba stands out in teaching attack strategies.
     "Cadet training couldn't be better with Boomer and Sheba's expert
leadership." Apollo's input, for the most part, would only be as
occasional consultant.
     Sheba's such a good friend, Apollo thought. But I can't think of her
as any more than that. He couldn't betray his beloved Serena's memory,
and would not. Sheba and Apollo risked their lives for each other more
than once, and would again without hesitation, if need be.
     It was good that Sheba stayed so engrossed in her work. Whenever
they confided in each other for any length of time, the conversation
always turned to her dad. Her concern for him never wavered. She would
never give up. When others thought Cain died in the inferno that engulfed
Pegasus, she believed he survived.
     She always seemed to find comfort in her conversations with Apollo.
His support strengthened their friendship even more. They agreed; Cain
could have survived.
     Apollo shared that hope from the beginning. He often thought of his
conversation with Starbuck before Cain's attack. Starbuck said, "Apollo,
why do I have the feeling we won't ever see him again?" And Apollo
replied, "I don't know, Starbuck, 'cause I don't have that feeling, and I
can't explain why because there's no military reason to survive, but
that's been the story of his whole career."
     When Cain attacked the three Cylon Base Ships, before Baltar pulled
his ship back, he had taken Pegasus up to full speed. When she fired her
missiles, she was nearly abreast of the remaining two, and by the time
the force of the explosions reached her, she could have been far enough
beyond to escape the brunt of it.
     Cain would have considered this; when Baltar pulled back his ship,
where should Pegasus be for the best chance to destroy the remaining two?

     If he had to choose between the best chance and the safety of
Pegasus, they had no doubt which alternative he would have chosen. But
there was a position that afforded both, and Commander Cain undoubtedly
knew where it was and took it. What position? Directly between the two;
one would be reluctant to fire for fear of hitting the other. But Pegasus
couldn't stay there.
     If Pegasus fired too soon, she would have been caught in the full
force of the explosions. Of course she had her Electronic Defense Shields
up, but they couldn't have saved her. If she fired too late, the missiles
would have to overcome the forward motion of Pegasus and could very well
have been destroyed. If she approached the Base Ships at a reduced
velocity, Cylon lasers would have destroyed her.
     The ideal launching position? Just before Pegasus reached a point
directly between the two ships. She would be even with them when the
missiles hit and hopefully clear the area before the fullest force of the
blasts could reach her.
     Cain must have chosen that position. Pegasus and he could have
survived. That was Sheba's hope all these years. Apollo was right to help
keep that hope alive.
     One fact seriously complicated the picture and worried Apollo.
Pegasus pulled away to engage the Base Ships. The Vipers engaged the
Cylon Raiders and could not catch up. They had to land on Galactica. If
Pegasus did survive, she was without her Vipers and pilots. But Baltar's
Base Ship didn't have Raiders, either.
     Commander Cain would have pursued Baltar's Ship at full speed until
he thought the fleet was safe. Baltar surely headed for a safe,
defensible port. Then, the damaged Pegasus would have to break off
pursuit or be destroyed, herself.
     The destruction of the two Base Ships proved to be the turning point
of the battle. Baltar's Base Ship must have retreated at flank speed,
fearing Cain and his tactics. Smoke and debris obscured Baltar's ship and
Pegasus from the Raiders' view. They had to chase after Baltar's Base
Ship to land and refuel, but Cain's pursuit deprived them of that. The
Raiders would run out of fuel.
     The most compelling argument for the survival of Pegasus; had
Pegasus been destroyed in the blast, Baltar would not have continued his
retreat. He would return to provide the Raiders a place to land, refuel
and rearm, and destroy the fleet. That was convincing enough evidence
that Commander Cain and Pegasus survived.
     He must have broken off and headed away when he knew the fleet was
safe. After the long chase and great expenditure of fuel, Pegasus could
not return. She had only her own weaponry to use. Except for whatever
damaged Vipers might have been in her repair bays, ships she could not
deploy at the time, she had no Vipers to defend her. A damaged Pegasus
could not survive an engagement with a fully equipped Base Ship.
     Apollo could have advised Sheba to accept her dad's death and go on
with her life. If Cain some day appeared, it would be wonderful. In the
meantime she probably would not have the lows she was going through. But
he could have survived, and that's the truth.
     Apollo's communicator tore him away from his thoughts.
     It was Dr. Salik's urgent voice, calling from the Celestra, "Apollo,
can you join me in the Celestra? Dr. Wilker made some very curious
discoveries. You know he is trying to 'read Cylons' minds,' and you
wanted to know of any developments in his investigation. He made a very
interesting discovery."
     Apollo leaped to his feet. His thoughts raced with excitement. "What
is it?"
     "I think you should hear for yourself."
     If Dr. Salik thought something was important, it was important. "I'm
on my way, I'll be there in a flash." He raced for the shuttle station.

* * *
CHAPTER TWO

     What does Dr. Salik deem so important, Apollo wondered, as he took
his place at the back of the line, anxious to get to the Celestra before
it was possible.
     The other passengers beamed and stood aside. Apollo's usual response
was to smile, wave and wait like everyone else. He thanked them and
boarded first. The other passengers appeared concerned. He understood.
     He nodded to the pilots and seated himself. Now the pilots too
showed concern since it had been Apollo's unfailing practice to greet
them, shake their hands and catch up on things.
     As the Surfashuttle lifted off, it reminded Apollo again of Serena.
She was so proud to be able to serve the fleet after she trained to
become a shuttle pilot and graduated at the top of her class. At first,
he was upset that she had trained at all, but he grew proud of it, in
time.
     For a moment he again felt that warm glow of pride, but then other
memories cascaded in on him. Of the mysterious epidemic in the warrior
Corps which forced Commander Adama to press all shuttle pilots, including
Serena, into Viper pilot service. Of how the shuttle pilots, with no
experience and practically no training, distinguished themselves in
combat. Of the 'home' planet Kobol where Serena fell victim to a Cylon
gun.
     Of the instant when the Cylon shot Serena. Of getting her back to
Dr. Salik's care on the Galactica. And of the last moments before she
went away in his arms. Then came the awful wrenching decision he had to
make. He still wondered if he had made the right one.
     The Cylons attacked from Baltar's Base Star. Other Base Stars were
expected momentarily, each with its full complement of Raiders.
     Based on the curious nature of Cylon attacks, Apollo had decided on
a desperate strategy. The Colonials had the technology that would detect
the difference between live and dead humans from a distance. In fact,
based on evidence gathered from the wreckage of Raiders, the Cylons had
incorporated that very technology into their own ships. They most likely
took it from wrecked Vipers.
     With that, the Cylons should easily have been able to detect which
Vipers damaged in battle had live pilots in them. It should have been
obvious. But sometimes the Cylons attacked ships with dead pilots, ships
that were no threat at all to them when other threats abounded.
     Apollo often wondered why the Cylons sometimes could not tell the
difference. Certainly it was not the detection technology. Perhaps the
individual Cylon gunner's circuits were damaged. Perhaps it was a flaw in
the programming of the Cylons themselves, or perhaps they had lost
confidence in the technology.
     Anyway, based on that knowledge, Apollo had Serena's body put into
the cockpit of a damaged Viper that managed to land safely on Galactica.
Then, at the right moment, they launched the ship at a speed that would
allow them to catch up gradually, and activated an emergency signal to
make the Cylons believe it was a distress call, a desperate call for
help.
     Serena's body would draw at least a few Cylons, he hoped - enough to
make a difference. The important difference in the battle might have been
that Cylons pursued to destroy her ship, and that some were positioned to
detect other Vipers coming to her rescue.
     Serena's body had been a decoy. In death, as in life, Serena served
in the survival of the Human Race.
     A feeling Apollo had many times before came over him, of pride and
remorse together. And, as he felt that, time and time again, he had to
respond to that feeling.
     He had to agonize to reason that he made the right choice. In human
culture a person has a dignity to be respected, even when his body has
died. A person should have the right to decide what should or should not
be done with his body after his death.
     Apollo used Serena's body as a decoy. He reasoned: Serena's body was
dead, nothing could change that. Nothing could hurt her spirit. What he
decided could not hurt her. And the consequences could not hurt the
humans: Either the Cylons pursued her ship or they didn't. If they
pursued, it helped, if they didn't, no harm was done. Serena would have
wanted it that way.
     Once again Apollo worked that out, but he seemed doomed to have to
work it out later, again and again.
     He wondered if Dr. Wilker had found a flaw in the Cylon's
programming. If so, what could be so important that Dr. Salik couldn't
wait to have him informed? Well, I'll find out soon. There's the space
port, now.
     Apollo looked at the passengers preparing to disembark, obviously
concerned. It showed - whatever happened, he'd have that moment. The
Colonials were a society of oneness and caring, still.
     Apollo stepped down.
     "Apollo! Over here."

* * *
CHAPTER THREE

     It was Casseopeia. He beamed. "Cassie!" Apollo could never get used
to calling her 'Doctor.' It did not typify the sprightly, fun loving
Cassie.  At least, the fun loving person he remembered before Starbuck
was lost.
     "Dr. Salik asked me to escort you to the Celestra. He's there,
waiting for you."
     Despite the dignity of their positions, he gave her a big hug. "I'm
so glad to see you!"
     She grinned. "I can tell." She took his hand and led him as fast as
she could through the crowd toward the skyshuttle. "You look so good.
What a great tan! I wish I tanned like you. I only burn."
     "I guess it's my complexion." He admired her fair skin. "You don't
need a tan, Cassie, you look terrific."
     She glowed. "Thank you!"
     Cassiopeia had been one of the finest Med Techs in the fleet. In the
bedlam that was the escape, Dr. Salik was the only credentialed Medical
Doctor to survive. Volunteers were hurriedly recruited and trained to be
Med Techs, and they met the crisis head on, magnificently.
     During the Cylon's pursuit, it was all that Dr. Salik and the Med
Techs could do to keep up with the healing and caring for the sick and
wounded. After the fleet had lost contact with the Cylons for a short
while, Dr. Salik established classes to train more Med Techs. The classes
matured and the Academy incorporated them into the curriculum.
Providentially, the exhaustive medical library in Dr. Salik's clinic had
been upgraded in Galactica's data base just before the destruction of the
Colonies. Cassiopeia studied at the Academy, under Dr. Salik's
supervision, and was the first to graduate with honors and the title
'Doctor.'
     When the Colonials settled on Earth, Dr. Salik asked Adama to
appoint Dr. Cassiopeia to the Academy as a Med Instructor with special
emphasis on Military Medicine. She had been closely associated with the
warriors during the escape and on occasion even accompanied them on
raids. She provided valuable input in the development of the curricula,
and became one of its best and best liked instructors. Dr. Salik put her
in charge of Military Medicine, and he handled the rest. He planned to
step down once the best of the graduates had the necessary experience.
     Now that Apollo had filled his father Adama's rightful position as
Governor, he planned to appoint Dr. Salik as honorary head of all Medical
Services in the colony.
     Of course, Dr. Salik had been the acting head ever since the defeat
of the colonies and, if it hadn't been for him, the fleet would have been
destroyed. His healing hands had repeatedly restored warriors back to
health and in time for the defense of the fleet.
     Now it was time to relieve him of that burden, and honor him for his
vital service to the Colonials. The status of Honorary Head of all
Medical Services would release that burden, but not deprive him of the
consultant position that he had so admirably earned. 
     Breathlessly, Cassiopeia and Apollo passed through the doorway in
the blast shield. Reese, head of Colonial Security, stood at the
skyshuttle to escort them in. He shook his hand and followed Cassiopeia
aboard. Apollo had encouraged Adama to appoint him Security Head.
Although he had several unpleasant encounters with Reese and his Council
Guard in their flight from the Cylons, he had always been fair and firm
in executing his duty.
     Reese seated them in front and Apollo addressed the pilots. Reese
asked if he could help with anything else and when Apollo shook his head,
he smiled and deplaned.
     "He's a really nice guy," Apollo said. Cassiopeia nodded vaguely.
Her mind had wandered so he just sat back and waited.
* * *
     When Cassiopeia saw Reese, it always brought back memories of
Starbuck. In the past she had always been with Starbuck whenever she saw
him. And as with Apollo, Starbuck always seemed to have disagreements
with him. Despite that, they were always good and faithful allies when it
came to the defense of the fleet. Reese had been a loyal and trusted
member of the Colonials. Starbuck's complaints were never against his
actions but against his personal opinions, and against some of the orders
from the Council of the Twelve that Reese had to enforce.
     Cassiopeia longed to see Starbuck and hold him in her arms. Starbuck
- always upbeat and optimistic, often mischievous, fun loving, sometimes
insensitive, but always loving. She knew in her heart he was alive. The
strange dream that Dr. Zee related to Adama, convinced her of that. It
solved all of the mystery behind Dr. Zee's amazing arrival as a baby. A
strange ship, the skillfully crafted hybridization of a Viper cockpit and
the engine from a Cylon Raider, appeared out of the blackness of space.
The ship was allowed to approach because a human form with minimal life
signs had been detected aboard.
     It was a newborn baby boy. Dr. Salik said that the baby could have
been born a year before but, because of the life-sustaining conditions on
the ship, he appeared to be only a few days old. Since the ship may have
been traveling in space for a year or more and subject to unknown forces,
its point of origin could not be determined.
     The baby was adopted and raised by the humans in the fleet. Dr.
Zee's dream was about his own arrival! He recounted to Adama that a Cylon
named Cy, a young woman named Angela, and warrior named Starbuck had
built the craft. The ship launched successfully but left the three
stranded. Incredible as it seemed, Adama was convinced it was true when
he heard Starbuck's name. That's all Cassiopeia needed. From then on, she
coveted the hope that one day she would see him again.
     The roar of the shuttle engines brought her back to the present. The
thrust pressed them back into their seats. In a few minutes they would
meet with Drs. Salik and Wilker.
* * *
     Apollo amused himself with a thought he had many times before. It
may have been Cassiopeia, or more precisely her name, that made the
difference between life and death for the Colonials. Adama saw Cassie
after the desperate battle at Planet Kobol that started a process that
brought the fleet to Earth.
     In the sacred crypt on Kobol's surface, he had found ancient
writings that referred to the Thirteenth Tribe. Before the blast that
destroyed them, he found a reference to 'Cassiopeia' and an inscription
showing a cluster of five bright stars in the shape of a chair. The
Colonials knew of a constellation that was arranged differently made up
of six stars, four bright and two lesser stars, which was also known as
'Cassiopeia.'
     This excited Adama. He ordered a computer program written with a
three-dimensional representation of the Colonies' 'Cassiopeia.' Then they
rotated the cluster in every direction and when the two lesser stars
aligned just right, they appeared to be one bright star. That position
resembled the Cassiopeia he remembered from the inscription. Both
constellations were identical, when viewed from different angles. They
were one and the same. The inscription on Kobol depicted the Cassiopeia
as viewed from Earth by the Thirteenth Tribe.
     As soon as Adama was certain that they had eluded the Cylons, he
headed the fleet to a point that would put them in alignment with the two
lesser stars. He then steered the fleet on that line directly away,
maintaining the image with the two stars aligned. He kept a continuous
bearing directly away from The Cassiopeia, but due to probable error in
their calculations, the search would be in an ever widening cone. The
farther the fleet would get from The Cassiopeia, the wider the search
area would become.
     Adama insisted that Earth would be found on that heading. He knew
from the old writings that Earth was in a solar system containing nine
planets. Earth would be the third planet from the star. A blue planet.
Those last two details, Starbuck saw on a prison cell wall on the
planetoid Proteus. They would find Earth.
     And they did find Earth. Adama since insisted that he would not have
made the connection if Cassie had not been there.
     She and Starbuck saw each other at every opportunity. And they were
in Apollo's close circle of friends. Adama got to know and love her as a
daughter; as if she were a sister to Apollo and Athena.
* * *
     Apollo saw that Cassie was 'back', and asked, "Starbuck?"
     "Yes," she whispered.
     Apollo waited with anticipation. He hoped to hear more but none
came. He wouldn't pry.
* * *
     Cassie understood. Apollo was so discerning. He had always been the
levelheaded, and Starbuck the impulsive. There was so much to say and so
little time to say it - she wouldn't know where to start.
* * *
     Apollo was content with her silence. It was as if he understood her
thoughts. He relaxed. There are times when you just can't do anything.
This was one of those times. Like sitting in the barber's chair, he could
sit back and relax, do nothing and not feel guilty about it. All of his
concerns would have to wait.
     Celestra came into view through the windscreen. He had gone aboard
several times during the escape to maintain his Viper. But he didn't know
what to expect this time. His heart rate quickened. What did Dr. Salik
believe is so important?
     Salik greeted them as they stepped down, his voice betraying his
excitement.

* * *
CHAPTER FOUR

     Dr. Salik's pleasure to see them was obvious. "Just a short time
now. Dr. Wilker can show you what he's discovered much better than I -
Apollo, how have you been?" Apollo forced an anxious smile and said,
"You're the Doctor."
* * *
     Cassiopeia understood Apollo's impatience. She picked up her pace.
She sensed how important this was to Apollo, and shared in the
excitement. The Colonials had waited with anticipation for any insight
into the Cylons' ability to make war. It was imperative that they find
out all they could. Cassiopeia steered them into the passageway leading
to the Experimental Laboratory, Dr. Wilker's domain.
* * *
     Dr. Salik explained that Dr. Wilker worked for years trying to
interpret Cylon programming and memories. He is setting the stage,
reviewing the events leading up til now. Dr. Wilker laughingly called the
Cylons' program language, their 'machine language.' All Centurions, he
believed, shared the same basic program language, at least in the few he
managed to examine had.
     Wilker didn't need the machines themselves, just their programming,
both machine language and memory. He tried to associate their basic
programming with their accumulated memories.
     Wilker had plenty to work with, not only from ordinary pilots from
destroyed Cylon craft, but from Baltar's own advanced models, before he
escaped ... .
     Baltar the traitor - the ultimate quisling - in exchange for power
and greed he joined the Cylons to subjugate the humans. He engineered the
destruction of the colonies.
     Wilker looked for clues that might help defeat them. It was not just
that they might be encountered; sooner or later they would be. If he were
to succeed with Baltar's pilots, what sweet revenge that would be.
     If Dr. Zee's dream could be believed (and Adama had thought it
should be), Starbuck had befriended a Cylon over a period of time.
Assuming that to be true, then their memories theoretically could be
altered for good. For the good of humanity.
     The Cylon Imperious Leader gave Baltar his own Base Star to command.
He handpicked the best available pilots for his Command Attack Ship They
came from different and varied experiences. Those memories, and how they
learned from them, made them the most able and qualified pilots.
     Apollo smiled. Baltar would be horrified if he knew that he had done
us an extremely important service.
     Apparently, Wilker learned something extremely important in his
study. Apollo knew better than to ask Dr. Salik about it; he would see
Wilker soon enough.
* * *
     Dr. Wilker's greeting was warm enough but had an aura of urgency
about it.  Apollo knew Wilker to be an exceptional scientist, and as such
he would never reach any conclusions without thorough investigation. And,
even then, he would reserve final judgment indefinitely. True scientists
couch their language cautiously. Once a conclusion is reached, it may be
used by others as the basis of their decisions. A faulty conclusion might
bring disaster.
     Dr. Wilker came right up to the present. "Remember when we
brainstormed why Cylons always have three pilots manning their ships?
Well, Apollo, you were right. The Cylons knew full well that they were
susceptible to malfunctioning circuits. They convinced themselves that
three were needed to make decisions. In case one were to short-circuit,
two others could overrule."
     Apollo said, "Is that all? What use is it to us?"
     From Dr. Wilker's hurt expression slowly dawned a trace of a smirk,
a wry smile that widened into a broad grin. After all these years he had
finally duped Apollo.
     Apollo mused. How could I have fallen for that? "All right, what is
it?" We're not at war with anyone, at least not at the moment, and I'm
with some of my best friends. I might as well enjoy this.
     Wilker laughed. "Cylons have two types of memory; we might call them
their learned memory and their programmed memory.  I uncovered the three
pilot information out of the learned memory several months ago. It was
quite easy.
     "Accessing the programmed memory and making something of it is
really hard. It's necessary to interpret both languages simultaneously.
The learned memory is useless to the Cylon by itself. In order to act he
needs to use the programmed, too. It provides the pathway between his
thoughts and the motors and pumps that make him operate. It's rather like
cybernetics without the human element.
     "Little by little I've been able to squeeze out bits of information.
And then I discovered I had to sort out what is fact from what is belief,
and what is both fact and belief. You'll be surprised at what they
believe about humans. Do you know - of course you don't, for instance
they believe that humans are put together in factories, just as Cylons
are?"
     Apollo replied, "No - that's very interesting, but where would you
go with that?"
     Wilker seemed to ignore Apollo's question, and went on. "I've
learned something about their armament. Certain information was
programmed, such as sequences in the operation of their craft or of their
weapons. Their weapons are made to destroy.  But at least some of them,
especially hand guns, do not necessarily destroy. I don't know if they
were designed that way."
     Dr. Salik interrupted, "Get to the point, Wilker, get to the point.
Apollo, you'll be amazed."
     Cassiopeia could stay silent no more. "I'm with you, Dr. Salik. If
Dr. Wilker doesn't get to the point soon, I'll be a nervous wreck."
     Wilker frowned. "Apollo, do you remember Hutch?"
     "Yes." Apollo had known many of the warriors since he was a cadet.
"Hutch was killed on the asteroid Palos. The Cylon Garrison attacked
without warning. We didn't even know that Cylons were in that system!
Hutch was a good friend."
     "The point is, Hutch was killed with a Cylon hand gun."
     What were they driving at? "There were other warrior friends who
were killed by Cylon hand guns. And civilians were killed by Cylon hand
guns. What of it?"
     Wilker went on, "Well, according to what I learned from the Cylon's
memories, they interrogated Hutch after that attack!"
     "What? I saw him hit. It was a direct hit at close range. I saw him
die. It had to have killed him."
     "Nevertheless, according to the Cylon memory, they interrogated him
afterward. And remember Jeelay? She was killed on Kobal, but was
interrogated after that. Another memory yielded that, and there are
others."
     "Do you mean that the Cylon's guns paralyze humans so we can't tell
them from the dead? They can bring them back to life?"
     Dr. Salik responded, "We don't know if all Cylon guns had that
effect. And no, they were not brought back to life, they were revived -
they hadn't died."
     "Then there could have been hundreds of warriors that we gave up for
dead, who were not dead and could have been revived? They could have
survived like everyone else here in the colony? They could have seen
Earth - then what happened to them?"
     "We aren't certain," Salik replied. "Dr. Wilker doesn't know from
the little information he has gleaned just what their conditions were
after they revived. They could have died of their wounds shortly after
the interrogations or they could have been put to death or maimed for
life. We don't know."
     Dr. Wilker echoed, "We don't know. But we may be able to get an idea
about that. We do have some Cylon hand guns and we can run some
experiments."
     Salik objected, "I won't allow that. Not even on condemned killers.
Not even on Baltar."
     Wilker seemed to enjoy the exchange. "I might make the exception
with Baltar, if we still had him. We can test the guns on animals. Some
of those that we are trying to control run wild in the mountains. And we
can start with minimum power settings."
     Apollo shuddered. "I don't even like that idea."
     Apollo took a sudden breath. His face went blank. Color faded from
his cheeks. "Serena!" 

* * *
CHAPTER FIVE

     Everyone knew what Apollo meant.
     He collapsed into a chair. His mind reeled. Serena may have been
alive when we launched her into deep space.  He put his head in his
hands. We - I - condemned her to die.
     Cassiopeia caught the pain in his eyes. "You didn't know." She took
his hand. "You couldn't know. No one could have. Besides, we all agreed
that it was the right thing to do."
     He laid his hand over hers, and thought, you're right. But why
doesn't that make me feel better? It's hopeless; if the Cylon's didn't
destroy her, her Viper's drifting somewhere on the other side of the
universe - if she hasn't been vaporized in some remote star. Worse. She
can still be alive and unreachable, doomed to drift until her reserves
run out.
     Cassie looked into his eyes and spoke softly, "Apollo, we are all in
this together and we have been since the Cylons attacked the Colonies a
thousand years ago. We are all responsible for what happened to Serena
and to everyone else who perished in the war."
     She took both his hands. Her eyes clouded, her voice trembled, "We
all share the sorrows of the past. We could have been annihilated a
hundred times out there, but we stood together and pulled through. What
we had to do finally brought us to Earth. We have advances in technology
and we have new techniques now and we say, 'if we only had them then,
things would have been different'. It's always that way. We do the best
we can with what we have and what we know at the time."
     She stepped back to arms length and drew him to his feet. "Now we
have to go on. We must not dwell on the past. We can't change it. We had
what we had and did what we could then, and we have what we have and will
do what we can do now. Let's use what we have and make a better future
for ourselves."
     "You're right, Cassie - of course you're right. Thank you."
     Apollo lifted his head and dabbed his eyes. He straightened his
tunic, then faced the others. "Dr. Wilker, Dr. Salik, this is an
important, perhaps critical discovery. Call a meeting of the Defense
Council in the Galactica Operations Compartment tomorrow afternoon. We
should treat this as an emergency meeting. Be prepared to discuss your
findings and what we can do. Dr. Wilker, have a hard-copy report
detailing your findings ready to hand out. Are there any questions?"
     Apollo winced; he had lapsed into formal rhetoric, something he'd
become accustomed to as Governor. These are special friends. They deserve
better. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't treat you like that. Please forgive me."
     "No," Dr. Wilker replied, with clearly genuine concern, "no, you're
right. It must be done immediately."
     Dr. Salik poked his arm in camaraderie, "There's no need for
apologies or niceties. It's of concern to us all. Apollo, I need to stay
here with Dr. Wilker so we can plan for the meeting tomorrow. You and
Cassie run along."
     Apollo said, "Cassie, would you like to accompany me to Galactica? I
have to do something there."
     "I'd love to!"
     Dr. Wilker saluted with a wave, and ushered Dr. Salik into his
office.
* * *
     Cassiopeia enjoyed any opportunity to go to Galactica. It was a safe
and familiar place, where she and Starbuck had their best times together.
"If I may ask, what are you going to do?"
     "I like to go up to the Celestial Dome to think, you know, above the
engines."
     "That's one of my favorite places. My memories of Starbuck come
alive there. You may think I'm crazy, but that's where I feel his
presence the strongest, almost as if he were here with us - let's go."
* * *
     Apollo reflected, the three-hundred-plus-year-old Battlestar is the
greatest fighting ship in history. There were five Battlestars at the
so-called 'peace' conference. Galactica was the only one to survive the
Cylons' trap.
     Cassie was right, we did with what we had. In the long and painful
retreat, Galactica was pounded unmercifully. But we patched and repaired
her the best we could with materials from the fleet. Battered as the old
girl was, she escorted the fleet to the safe haven here on Earth.
     Now, in the past year, repair crews restored her to battle-ready
condition. That is, as ready as a three-hundred-plus-year-old-relic could
be. Relic, yes, but such a proud and grand and glorious relic, and still
very powerful, to be sure.
     They found themselves at the bottom of the ladder. As he and
Cassiopeia climbed to the dome, he realized he couldn't remember a thing
of the shuttle trip over. He had been totally engrossed in Galactica, and
the thought that Serena might still be alive.
     Cassiopeia wondered if Starbuck were thinking of her right then.
Apollo helped her up and opened the shields.
* * *
     It was strangely quiet. Cassiopeia was accustomed to raising her
voice over the roar of the engines. Since Galactica was orbiting, there
was no need for thrust. The engines stood silent. She whispered, "It's so
majestic, so breathtaking. There's half the universe out there, just
waiting for us to reach out and touch it. It's so peaceful. The stars are
jewels set in black velvet, showing their very best side for us - just
for us."
     Apollo agreed, "But there's something foreboding out there,
something sinister. Anywhere you look, a Cylon ship could be lurking. It
makes me feel like I should be somewhere else, on the alert, ready for
them. It's transfixing, I'm drawn between the awe and the terror of it
all."
     "But Apollo, don't you just feel the wonder of it, too?"
     "... Yes - those are only moments. If they weren't, I wouldn't - I
couldn't come here."
     Casseopeia looked out into Alpha Sector. She stretched out her hand
and swept it in an arc, covering parsecs of space in an instant. Tears
welled up. Her voice trembled. "Starbuck is there somewhere. Maybe there
- or there - or there."
* * *
     That impish fun-loving look, that joy-to-be-alive look that had
always been in Cassie's eyes was gone. Starbuck had once told him that
whenever he wanted to be cheered up, he needed only to look into her
eyes. Apollo drew her to him. "Oh, Cassie." She had been so strong when
he needed someone. Enveloped in his own hurt, it simply had not occurred
to him that she might be hurting too.
* * *
     She rested her head on his shoulder. She wished she could tell him
how much she hurt, how many times she cried herself to sleep. Apollo was
such a good friend but she just couldn't burden him. He had troubles of
his own. She needed to be strong and comforting. She tried to hold back,
but ... .
* * *
      Apollo knew she was weeping - grieving. He thought the world of
her, she had been suffering all alone. What a burden. I have the same
feeling for Serena that Cassiopeia has for Starbuck. Like Starbuck,
Serena can be anywhere, alive or dead.
     "No!" erupted from his inner thoughts. It startled Cassiopeia. No.
Serena isn't just anywhere. She is somewhere. Galactica's computers can
tell us where we were at the moment we launched her Viper, and in what
direction and at what speed. They recorded Galactica's speed, direction
and time since. Although they don't know the launch coordinates, they can
be calculated by extrapolating back in time. And if that can be done, I
might be able to see from right here that place out there.
     Cassiopeia drew back and whispered, "What, Apollo?"
     "Oh, I am sorry. I was buried in my thoughts. Cassie, I may be able
to find out where Serena might be."
     Her jaw dropped. "You may?"
     "Yes, with the computer's help."
     "That's a little unlikely, isn't it? I don't know much about
physics, but with all of the unknown forces of gravity competing out
there ... ."
* * *
     Cassiopeia wanted to encourage him, but couldn't. Knowing where
Serena's Viper was might be a feat in technological advancement, but it
couldn't bring her back. And then, if it could, she was either dead or in
a deep paralysis that no one would know how to reverse. She was as good
as dead. And what amount of anguish would that cause Apollo? "It's
impossible."
     Apollo held up his hand. What she might want to say next would have
to wait. That was all right with her. She dabbed at her tears. Dreaming
about Starbuck, about being with him, remembering the times they had
together, suited her just fine. She would sit and remember.
     She had lost track of time, when Apollo touched her shoulder and
said, "Let's go."
     She could stay comforted in her dream forever, but some other time.
She whispered, "I'm with you."
     "I'll see you off, and see you tomorrow. I have a date with a
computer."

* * *
CHAPTER SIX

     Drs. Wilker and Salik sat at the head of the conference table in the
Galactica Operations compartment, watching the hatch. It was half an hour
past convening time and Apollo still was not there. The members of the
Defense Council fidgeted in their seats. It seemed they had better things
to do.
     Cassiopeia waited in the passageway just outside.
* * *
     Jamie Hamilton sat in a gallery of one, the only native to live in
the Colony. She advised to the Council, and although a video personality,
they trusted her implicitly with the proceedings and information privy to
the council. She proved to be trustworthy and loyal to the Colonials,
right from the first.
     Boxie and Dillon, on the first mission to make contact with Earth
natives, had turned to Jamie for help. Their mission and lives depended
on her and she did not fail them. And in subsequent missions, she
distinguished herself. She became a Colonial at heart, as well as losing
it to a certain warrior.
     Finally Dr. Wilker addressed the Council. He said, "The Governor
would want me to start." He used the title 'Governor' to calm the
Council. After all, the Council of the Twelve, which was represented in
this Council, was responsible for Apollo's appointment to the office in
the first place.
     "As you know, my staff has been working on a project to retrieve
information from Cylon memory banks." He carefully worded his
presentation to make it sound as official as possible. "We are decoding
some very interesting, and, we believe, important information."
     He described his findings in detail as much as he could. After he
finished and Apollo still hadn't arrived, he asked Dr. Salik to speak.
     Dr. Salik tried to explain the effects of the Cylon guns, and the
possible consequences to humans. In conclusion, he said, "Although we
have not encountered Cylons in quite some time, they may appear, as you
know, at any moment. So there is a possibility of suffering further
casualties by their guns." He didn't say it but, as many others had said
from time to time, eventually the Cylons would appear. There was no if.
It might be in a day or it might be in a century, but they would appear.
* * *
     Apollo stumbled down the passageway, exhausted. He rounded a corner
and collided with Deitra and Brie. Brie fell against the bulkhead.
     Apollo grabbed her wrists to keep her from falling to the deck.
"Brie, I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't watching."
     "That's all right, Apollo - sir - Governor - I wasn't either."
     "Deitra - what are you two doing now? I'm sorry. I should know."
     Deitra smiled proudly. "We're Instructors in Defense Strategies
under Boomer. And we're attached to Red Squadron, under Stringbean."
     Apollo managed a tired smile. "Of course, I should have remembered.
I'm so proud of you. I remember when Starbuck and I gave your class the
crash orientation in Viper piloting. You were so young," his voice
trailed off, "and Serena ... ."
     Brie touched his shoulder and said, "Roger. Serena was a dear
friend."
     Deitra took his arm. "Is there something we can do?"
     He brought his mind back. "No - no, thank you." He glanced at his
chronometer. "Oh oh, I'm late for a meeting. It's so good to see you." 
     He glanced back. They were schoolgirls way back then, and so young.
So very young. They were inseparable, and still are. He was so proud of
them.
     Apollo stumbled, disheveled and tired. Cassiopeia's lithe form
dashed down the passageway to meet him.
* * *
     Since Apollo still hadn't arrived, Dr. Wilker threw the meeting open
to discussion, hoping that a vigorous exchange of ideas would detract
from Apollo's absence. He was wrong. The discussion centered around the
importance of the meeting, or the lack thereof, and Apollo's absence,
nothing about his findings.
* * *
     Without thinking, Cassie spoke. "You look terrible, Apollo, what
happened?" As soon as she spoke, she regretted it. After all, she was
there to encourage him.
     "I've been at the computer all night. I lost track of time. Each
time I thought I was done, I thought of something else."
     She ran her fingers through his hair. "There, that's better. Well,
that mob in there is restless and unruly." What kind of encouragement was
that. "Apollo, you need to call on your reserves and show them what for."
     Apollo checked the fasteners on his tunic, and the position of his
collar. "How's that, Cassie?"
     "You look fine, Apollo. Go get 'em!"
* * *
     Apollo expected to meet silence, as was his experience when he made
entrances. A sign of respect for the office, he assumed. But this time it
was not to be. The clamor was in the form of heated exchanges and when he
arrived, it was directed at him. "Where were you?" - "What's the meaning
of this?" - "Why bring us together for this?"
     Apollo strode to the end of the table, then stood and studied the
faces. "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your patience. Sorry I'm
late. Since last evening, I have been researching at the Galactica
computer and lost track of time." The compartment fell silent and from
the expressions, he saw he had regained some respect.
     "Let me tell you what I think is the importance of Dr. Wilker's
discovery. We know from his work that certain Colonials, perhaps many
that we thought were dead, were later revived and interrogated by the
Cylons. We know that they retrieved little or no information.
     "However, our knowledge is limited. We don't know what information
they might get from civilians who were not trained in the military.
Civilians in the fleet since the destruction of the Colonies have been
informed freely of our military activities. That's the nature of our free
society. But civilians aboard the fleet saw no danger of capture.
     "We didn't know that persons we thought were dead by Cylon guns
could be revived and interrogated. In the past many civilians have fallen
in this manner during the destruction of the Colonies, and later on
Carillon, and other places. They hadn't had the training for the
possibility of capture. In my opinion this should be of grave concern to
the Defense Council.
     "I believe we should form a committee to investigate the
implications of these findings and bring back recommendations to the
Council. I hereby appoint Dr. Wilker and Dr. Salik to the committee. Any
of you on the Council who wish to participate will be welcome to join and
have an equal voice."
     Apollo was pleased when Councilman Anton raised his hand to
volunteer. Anton was the eldest member of the Council of the Twelve and
the Defense Council. He had served during the destruction of the
Colonies. Apollo thought he must be nearly three hundred years old, as
old as Galactica, but was glad he was still active in Colonial affairs.
He was the best ally Adama had in the Council. Now, he was one of
Apollo's allies and, in Apollo's opinion, one of the most rational.
     As Apollo was about to ask for adjournment, Councilman Orion blurted
a question. Sire Orion was the most antagonistic, reminiscent of
Councilman Uri who went away on Carillon. "Apollo, why do you think a
Cylon's interrogation of a civilian is important now? If they were to
capture a civilian, they would have no need to interrogate him, they
would be near enough to Earth to know where the rest of us are. I think
it's a smoke screen. What were you doing with the Galactica computer that
made us wait for you for three hours?"
     Apollo tried to hide his feelings, but wasn't sure he had. He
frantically tried to find an explanation that wouldn't cause a
controversy. "Couldn't we discuss this later? It had nothing to do with
this meeting."
     "Let us be the judge of that. Why, after arranging for this meeting,
were you using the Galactica computer for nearly a day, if it had nothing
to do with the meeting?"
     Apollo haltingly responded. "It's personal, Sire Orion, but
remember, we passed a couple of planets populated with humans before we
reached Earth. Those civilians might give the Cylons a clue or two about
our destination."
     "That's a smoke screen too, we couldn't possibly go back and train
them."
     "After I realized that Serena, my wife ... ."
     "We know who she was. I too grieved at the knowledge of her death."
     "I realized that Serena fit the pattern. She had fallen by a Cylon
handgun. She didn't seem to have any severe physical injuries. She
gradually lapsed into a coma and apparently died. She may still have been
alive when I launched her decoy ship."
     Orion retorted, "She was dead!"
     Apollo continued. "Well, I used the computer to try to find the
present position of her ship. You know how it is when you get into the
middle of a project on the computer - I kept thinking of factors to
enter. I ... ."
     "If she wasn't dead then, she certainly is now, after all this
times. What was so important that you would do that, instead of preparing
for the meeting?"
     "I thought I might see if she might be near Earth now, considering
her velocity, direction, and the effect of gravitation she may have
encountered."
     "That's impossible! You couldn't possibly estimate the effects of
the gravitational pull of all of the celestial bodies that you and the
computer know about. And it's preposterous to think you can learn
anything at all about those that you don't even know exist!"
     "I know. But I could get a best estimate of the area ... ."
     Orion retorted, "No - " His eyes widened. " - I know, you think we
can - no, you think you can rescue her. Apollo, she's dead. After all
these years, she's dead."
     "We can't be sure ... ."
     "Let's open this up to discussion."
     This time, Anton seemed to agree with Orion. "Apollo, it seems an
impossible task to find Serena, and it seems that there is only an
astronomically small chance that she survived, and the same small chance
that you could find her, in the first place. And we don't know what the
Cylons do to revive someone anyway.
     "And, you, of all people, know there's always a risk of detection
when a ship leaves Earth. The military is always alert to that
possibility, and their procedures are designed to minimize movement.
That's why our outposts are so infrequently serviced. Apollo, if you are
considering an attempt at rescue, I advise against it. I strongly oppose
it."
     Apollo saw that it was futile to argue the case. "I'll take that
under advisement. Is there any other business?"
     Orion often got in the last word. "Apollo, this is serious. Don't
even think of it."
     "Is there any other comment or business?"
     No response. "I declare this meeting adjourned. Thank you,
everyone."
     Apollo shook every hand, aware of a hushed murmur in the background.
He could not decipher it, no matter, he knew.
     Jamie gave Apollo a knowing, encouraging look as she left. Drs.
Salik, Wilker, and Cassiopeia were the last to leave. Dr. Salik laid his
hand on Apollo's shoulder and said, "They're right, you know. Just think
it over. You'll agree." Dr. Wilker nodded and shook his hand. "We'll see
you at the committee meeting."
     Apollo took Cassiopeia's hand. "Cassie, you're the best friend a
person ever had."
     "No, Apollo, you're my special friend and I'll do anything for you,
but Serena is your best friend. I share your hope, as you share mine with
Starbuck. But I do agree with them. There's almost no hope at all that
you can find Serena alive." She hugged him. "Whatever you do, though, you
can be sure I'm with you - come on, you need to get some rest and sleep
on it."
     "I'll stay here, overnight."
     Apollo escorted her to the skyshuttle. He remembered her word,
'almost.' She said 'almost!'

* * *
CHAPTER SEVEN

     Apollo would take Cassiopeia's advice and sleep on it. He was dead
tired so opted to pass up the turboshower. That was a mistake; he
expected to drop right off, but lay awake. The meeting stuck in his mind;
he could personally take the risk; that was okay. But the implication
that he would risk the safety of the whole Human Race? That was too much.
Finally he drifted off.
     At two in the morning he awoke, took a quick shower, donned his
battle gear and made his way to his Viper. No one was around when he
launched.
     He must have drifted off, but when he opened his eyes, he saw it. It
was a Viper, just drifting in space. He tried to signal it. No response.
He tried the Council. No response. A motionless figure sat in the
cockpit. He put on breathing gear, opened his cockpit, tethered himself
to his ship, and pushed himself off.
     As he approached, he recognized the figure. It was Serena! Her eyes
were closed as if in sleep. A shadow fell over them and her eyes opened.
She screamed and waved wildly. She pointed to something behind him. A
Cylon Raider attack ship, hovered, ready to fire!
     Apollo stiffened and woke up in a cold sweat, screaming, heart
pounding. That was all of the sleep he got that night.
* * *
     It was early morning. Apollo took a hot shower and dressed. He could
easily spend his time in the tropics one day and in an alpine environment
the next. He chose to wear clothes indigenous to his home and would not
stray far, that day.
     He stepped off the Surfashuttle just as the sun was rising.
     The sunlight just touched the valleys when he reached his favorite
spot, the bench by the stream. This time, he avoided looking up at the
cold, icy mountains and chose rather to sit and take in the view of the
valley waking to the lazy summer day.
     He needed the comfort of that peaceful scene to boost his spirits.
He needed to clarify his thoughts.
     Above the bubbling and gurgling of the stream came the sounds of
early morning; the barking daggit, the crowing fowl. The early mountain
dew sparkled in the sunlight. The greens of the vegetation and the blacks
and browns of the tilled fields blended in delightful patterns.
     He allowed his eyes to lose their focus as he scanned the
countryside. The scene moved before him, the shifting images of familiar
and unfamiliar shapes paraded through his mind. Before he was aware of
it, Serena's face appeared and it was gone. He looked away from the
surface and there it was again, in the clouds. It remained there for a
moment, then dissipated in the warmth of the Sun.
     He looked for her face in other things when a couple neared the
bridge from the other side. Cassiopeia's long flowing hair glowed in the
sunlight. And there was - Commander Tigh? Tigh Commanded Galactica since
Adama left the post. Apollo got to his feet and started across to meet
them.
     Tigh his hand with both of his, and said, "It's good to see you, old
friend. I heard that you were in my neighborhood, but didn't stop by."
The twinkle in his eye betrayed his reprimand.
     Apollo said, "Yes, I was there." He grinned. "I see you're getting
even by paying me a visit. Or did Cassiopeia drag you here?"
     Cassiopeia stood back, smiling, enjoying the camaraderie.
     "Hello, Cassie." Then in a serious voice, Apollo said, "What brings
you here?"
     Tigh answered, "Cassiopeia told me Serena may still be alive. Do you
really think she might?"
     "Yes. If there is no chance, I wish I could be convinced, but yes."
     "I'm not the one to convince you; the Cylons have surprised me
before. But, as your dad said, 'They may surprise me, but they won't
deceive me again.'"
     "Do you think it's a deception?"
     "Well, no, I don't. I don't believe it could be. From what Cassie
has told me, Dr. Wilker doesn't think so, either. What's this about you
thinking of rescuing her?"
     "I guess Sire Orion dragged it out of me in the meeting yesterday.
Yes, I was thinking about it, but, as Cassiopeia told me before, with all
the unknown gravitational fields out there, it looks impossible."
     "I think it's impossible too, Apollo, but that hasn't stopped us
before."
     "You mean, you think there's a chance?"
     "Your dad once said, 'Tigh, that's the fabric of miracles, the
impossible.' Let's say I wouldn't give up until all the facts are in."
     "Well, okay, what are the facts?"
     "You tell me."
     "OK. We know the position of Serena's ship when it was launched. We
know her velocity and direction. We can determine her coordinates when
she was at the limit of Galactica's sensors. I've already calculated it.
We could plot her path until her ship passed out of the scope of the
Galactica computer's knowledge. But that's the problem; from that point,
the farther Serena went, the less precise can be our estimate."
     Tigh said, "Yes, that's the problem, but what if a Viper were to
start at that point, at her known velocity and direction? What then?"
     "You mean, there's a good chance ... .?"
     "No. I mean there's a better chance than none at all."
     "Commander Tigh, I'd never catch up that way."
     "How about full speed and with the help of the Viper's computer,
adjusting to the flight path Serena's Viper would have taken at the lower
speed?"
     That gave Apollo a start. "Whoa, is it possible logistically to get
out to Serena's ship that way, and get back?"
     "We could come close with Galactica, of course, but we don't dare.
We need her here to defend Earth. A Viper could get back if the unknown
part of her course has turned toward Earth."
     "Come close? Coming close is as good as a billion miles. Is there
anything else that we could do?"
     "This is all hypothetical, Apollo. I don't think we can get it past
the Defense Council."
     "OK, hypothetically, what more might be done?"
     "Remember that we activated the homing beacon in Serena's ship when
we launched it?"
     "Yes, of course, Commander, to decoy. I wouldn't count on that. It
ran down long ago."
     "Don't be too sure. Evidently you don't remember that her beacons
were set to turn off after ten hours. We wanted to lead the Cylons away,
not bring Cylons from other sectors toward us."
     "But, if it's not operating, what good is that?"
     "Apollo, it could have been reactivated by a remote stimulus."
     Apollo responded excitedly. "No, no, I didn't remember! That's the
key; Serena can be found!"
     Cassiopeia cautioned Apollo. "I'm sorry to be negative here, but
didn't Commander Tigh say earlier that Serena's Viper may have turned
away from Earth? Then you couldn't make it back. And, remember, Drs.
Wilker and Salik have not discovered a way to revive her, and may never
be able to."
     "Yes," Tigh added, "and there are many other problems, the greatest
of which is the Defense Committee. It would not approve such an
operation. Actually, your dad wouldn't have approved, either."
     "I know. What else is there?"
     Cassiopeia broke in. "Apollo, you're actually going to do it, aren't
you?"
     Tigh responded. "Clear up your transmission, Apollo. You're breaking
up. I'll work on it from this end. I'm shutting my receiver off." He
grinned and stepped back.
     Apollo smiled. "Yes, Cassie. I'm going to try. If at all possible."
     "Then," she said enthusiastically, "how can I help?"
     "You help by just being there. But you could see that the Viper has
the medical equipment and health supplies necessary for the trip." He
added, "For Serena and me, both."
     "Done. It'll be the best possible."
     Commander Tigh came back, "I'm 'on the air'."
     "Good. Tigh, what are the other difficulties?"
     "OK. Here goes. A Viper needs to be rigged to be as light as
possible. No armament."
     "No armament?"
     "No guns, no armor plate."
     Apollo shuddered.
     "Apollo, all available space is needed for fuel storage."
     "That would mean more mass than before?"
     "True, but we do need as much fuel as possible, and removal of the
armament makes that possible."
     Both Cassiopeia and Apollo raised their eyebrows. Tigh said 'us'.
     Tigh continued. "Thanks to Dr. Zee, All Vipers are now rigged with
cloaking devices, and the close range detection and identification
devices needed for operation while cloaking. I'd say an outright 'no' to
the operation without them. Next, you would have to return Serena here as
you find her, trusting that we on Earth would have found the cure by
then. Since her environment would have to be maintained and you couldn't
endure it, your ship would have to be rigged to tow hers."
     Apollo appeared incredulous. "Tow her Viper all the way back? I've
towed before, but never close to that far!"
     "It has to be done, and with your Viper towing Serena's, you can
only land on Galactica; you would most likely crash if you were to try to
land on Earth."
     Tigh paused. "You need breathing gear for the hookup. And an ample
supply of oxygen, water, and food for the long trip. Cassiopeia, you'll
handle the food and water?"
     Cassiopeia nodded.
     Tigh continued. "And there are perhaps dozens of other items and
procedures I haven't thought of, problems such as the expenditure of fuel
to get you up to speed in the first place."
     "Whew, that's a lot of preparation." He reflected on what was said,
and asked, "Tigh, why would you help when you know that the Defense
Council would not allow it?"
     Cassiopeia chimed in, "Yes," Cassiopeia said, "why?"
     Tigh thought a moment, and said, "Well, I like the bureaucrats as
much as your dad did. Generally, when they see danger, there is no
danger, and when they don't see danger, there is. But, in this case, I
agree with them. There is danger."
     He went on. "But there are other considerations. Our scientists have
not been idle. They have developed an efficient but more powerful engine.
They worked on the cloaking device, trying to make it operate longer and
conceal larger objects, and have developed a more sensitive sensor and a
more powerful transmitter.
     "In my opinion," Tigh continued, "these improvements need to be
tested. It is dangerous, to be sure. But the testing must be done.
Forgive me for saying this, Apollo: the scientists need the results of
the test, but that depends on your safe return, and there's a good chance
that you won't make it."
     "I realize that, but with all that you've said, with friends like
you two, and the blessings of the Lord of Kobol, I will make it."
     "I'll pray that you do."
     "Me too, Apollo," Cassiopeia whispered. She clutched his wrist, and
they entered into a warm bonding handshake.
     Apollo thought that, at that moment, the three had never been so
close.

* * *
CHAPTER EIGHT

     APOLLO'S CHRONICLES:
     It's been a hectic two weeks. Every second counts. Each moment can
carry Serena farther away. Of course, it's possible she's closer instead.
I'm counting on it, but am planning for the worst.
     It's tough to act as if I haven't made up my mind. No one else can
know until the last moment. Some asked several times. I say no, I
haven't. I feel I can make up my mind at the last moment. Technically, I
haven't decided, I'll decide then.
     END OF ENTRY
     Athena noticed that something had happened; Apollo visited her and
her family several times. He seemed happier, less contemplative, more
sure of himself. He must have finally relegated Serena to the past and
accepted her loss. She was not going to jeopardize that notion by asking
him if it were true. That pleased her. She loved Serena for the sister
she was, but this was the way it should be.
* * *
     Dillon had volunteered to be a standby pilot for the Viper based in
the Colony and to be a Surfashuttle pilot when he wasn't. It was a
demanding schedule but that way he and Jamie could be together a lot
more. And she could visit with more of the colonials at the stops. Of all
of the girls he met, she was the one he fell in love with. And like the
song, to think she had chosen him - it boggled his mind. They were deeply
in love.
     They arranged to visit Athena's when Apollo and Boxie were there.
Apollo's and Bojay shared their experiences as young pilots, and the
youth shared the excitement of their own unique cloaking experiences.
     After much coaxing, Dillon and Jamie gave in and joyfully announced
their commitment to seal, and the house 'rocked' with excitement. But it
was bittersweet for Apollo. He recalled vividly the time when he and
Serena announced their own engagement, but his dad and Starbuck were gone
now.
     He wished with all his heart he could tell Boxie, after all he was
their son, but Boxie would weigh the chance of his dad bringing his
mother back against the risk of losing them both. He'd want to help
prepare - he'd want to go along himself. But he'd  be subject to
court-martial if he knew. Tigh and Apollo were committed and prepared to
face the consequences. Boxie had his entire adult life ahead of him. No.
Boxie must not be part of it. It had to be that way. Yet, Boxie would
have been such good support, and Apollo needed all of that he could get.
* * *
     It was hard. Apollo had to do the routine things, make appearances,
perform official inspections, and schedule events that he could not
possibly attend. He had to catch up on his office work so everything was
current and in order for his successor. Successor? He speculated; who
might that be - but there must be one. The Council of the Twelve would -
don't think about it. There's no need. I'll do what I'll do, and they'll
do what they'll do.
     All of this is difficult, but the most difficult thing is not being
able to talk to Tigh. Contact with him at this time could raise
suspicions about my intent in light of fact that I put off informing the
Defense Council of my decision.
* * *
     Commander Tigh had to prepare a Viper as soon as he could, making
the modifications necessary for Apollo's quest, making up logical reasons
for doing it, and keeping it a secret at the same time.
     He tasked his master mechanics, all veterans of the escape, with the
most difficult of the operation. The lives of the Colonials depended on
the quality and speed of their work. They had repaired and refitted the
damaged, usually heavily damaged ships, and had them squared away for the
next encounters. No totaled Vipers were scrapped. There was only
reconstruction, repair and refitting, preparing them to fight again.
     Secrecy complicated the work. But, it had not been uncommon to work
in secret. It was not so much the risk of leaking their secrets to the
Cylons - there was none - as it was creating false hope. The Colonials
already had their share of disappointments.
     A Viper was already fitted with the new engines. The mechanics would
remove the armament and install the fuel cells. That could very well
raise the Council of the Twelve's suspicions if they knew. What good
reason could there be for a modification like that? Any mission covering
great distances would be done in a larger ship. To modify a Viper to do
so would arouse those suspicions; secrecy was essential.
     The Viper had to carry the largest fuel supply it could. That meant
a major internal reconstruction job. It would also carry auxiliary tanks
on each side of the fuselage. The fuel would be used from them and then
jettisoned. Tow struts would be attached to the landing gear and could be
fully retracted.
     It was hoped that the cloaking device would conceal both Vipers. It
could not be adequately tested. The maximum mass of the ship would not be
achieved until it was fully fueled. For the safety of all concerned, that
would be at launch time, and no sooner.
     Tigh directed the master electronics experts to install the new
communication equipment. Apollo's Viper would have the best ever. But her
long range capabilities couldn't be adequately tested, either. There was
the risk that the Cylons would home in on the signals, ultimately leading
them to Earth.
     The Viper was squared away. Time to call Apollo.
* * *
     Apollo was pressing a likeness of Serena and Boxie to his chest when
Cassiopeia called. The Defense Council would meet the next morning on
Celestra. It would receive the special committee's report. Apollo would
meet her there.
     He visited Athena one last time. Bojay had just returned from the
Control Center. After Caprica and Aquarius fell asleep he told her. She
sank to her chair. They had lost their brother Zak, their parents, and
Serena. Now Apollo was leaving and there was a good chance that he would
never come back.
     Athena held his hand as if he were on his death bed. He assured her
that he would return, and with Serena. He was so convincing that he
almost believed it himself. He felt he was betraying her. If he failed to
return, it would break her heart.
     Apollo had given Boxie a daggit as a gift, and cared for it when
Boxie was on duty. It seemed to help when he asked Athena to take care of
it until he got back. It was an earnest deposit, it would be refunded
when he returned. He would return.
     Bojay understood. He wanted Apollo to have what he himself had, and
what Apollo had with Serena before he lost her.
     When Apollo got up to go, Athena seemed in good spirits, but he had
a gnawing, empty feeling inside. Each person, each sight - he might never
see them again.
     He had to take something to help him sleep that night.
* * *
     Commander Tigh rose early that day. His special crew made final
preparations for launch. They tested all mechanisms and instruments as
much as could safely be done. They pressure-tested all tanks and cells.
Cassiopeia checked and stored all of the supplies and equipment. The crew
cleaned and polished the outer surfaces.
     They would fuel up his Viper in one of the right leg launching
tubes. It would be a flying bomb, what with all the Tylium it would
carry.
     Besides Apollo and himself knowing, only Athena, Bojay, Cassiopeia,
Omega - Tigh's Executive Officer, and the special crew knew what was
happening, and they all pray for Apollo's safe return. There would be no
ceremony. The Viper would be ready and waiting.
     Most Vipers and all shuttles had already been launched to a safe
distance. The rest would be launched from Launch Bay Alpha before
Apollo's arrival. For their safety, all nonessential personnel would be
sent to the farthest parts of the ship. If the Viper were to explode, it
would destroy the whole right leg, the landing bay and launching tubes,
the support facilities and equipment, and any personnel there. There was
even a slight chance Galactica herself would not survive.
     Tigh knew the risk he took with the Defense Council. He fully
expected to be found guilty of who knows what, perhaps even treason,
before a court-martial board. But good friends are to enjoy and have good
times with, and to come to their aid in times of need. And Apollo and his
family were friends he would die for, if need be.
* * *
     Cassiopeia again intercepted Apollo in the passageway. She
whispered, "Everything will be squared away when you get to Galactica.
I'll accompany you. Dr. Wilker and Dr. Salik haven't found Serena's cure
but will intensify their search. You can count on them - Apollo, we'd
better go in before someone becomes suspicious."
     She stepped inside and Apollo went in. He went directly to the head
of the table. Drs. Wilker and Salik rose and shook his hand.
     He made eye contact with everyone. When his gaze came to Jamie, he
nodded. He remained standing and spoke, "The purpose of this meeting is
to receive the report from the committee studying the implications of Dr.
Wilker's findings regarding his study of the memories of Cylons.
     "I shudder when I even think of Cylons. I believe that what Dr.
Wilker discovers may well be the difference between survival and death of
all humans. I pray you pay your closest attention to each detail. One of
them may be the clue that uncovers a Cylon weakness. That weakness, if it
is there, may spell the destruction of the Cylon Race. Let this place be
the beginning of the end of the Cylons.
     "I'm sorry to have to tell you that I cannot stay here for that
vital discussion. I have a conflicting meeting to attend. In my stead Dr.
Salik will preside."
     Then Apollo dropped the bombshell, "Before I go I must announce my
decision in regard to my wife, Serena. I plan to leave after I have made
adequate preparation, and put my affairs in order." A gasp erupted from
the council at the mention of the word, 'leave.'
     Orion shouted vehemently. "You can't do that. We won't let you."
     Apollo continued, "Since this is an emotional issue, I hereby
request Sire Orion to bring my decision and resignation before the
Council of the Twelve."
     That caught Orion by surprise. This request would bring him to a
position of prominence in the Council, but his character still showed
through. He replied with a half-concealed sarcasm, "I most assuredly
will. You can be certain of that!"
     Apollo took a step toward the hatchway. "I leave you in Dr. Salik's
capable hands. I must get to my meeting." As Orion opened his mouth,
Apollo said "You know how it is when you're late. People get justifiably
irritated - thank you all for coming." He laid his hand on Dr. Salik's
shoulder and said, "Doctor, it's all yours."
     As he passed through, Apollo knew he had defeated Orion, at least
temporarily. That's all he needed.
     Cassiopeia caught up to him, and slapped him on the back, grinning.
"Come on, you old smoothee, we have a shuttle to catch."

* * *
CHAPTER NINE

     Apollo had changed into his battle suit when they landed. Tigh
greeted them in the bay and noticed a hint of a frown. "Something the
matter, old friend?"
     Apollo glanced around. "Sir, we're not ready yet, are we?"
     "As a matter of fact, we are. Relax. We have time."
     "What's happening?" Cassiopeia said.
     Tigh winked. "Cassie, just this morning I decided to spring a
surprise shakedown cruise on the crew. I can do it; it's in the
regulations. As you know, it's like a pop quiz in school, a test of our
readiness, a necessary procedure. Apollo, it just so happens that the
first leg of the cruise is on the exact same course as yours, into Alpha
Sector. If you were to launch now, Galactica could very well fly down
your tail pipes. It would be wise to wait."
     Apollo's countenance blossomed into a broad grin as Tigh spoke. "If
you say so, sir. Thank you, I certainly wouldn't want to try to duck
Galactica."
     "We'll launch you at full speed."
     "... at full speed? As far as I know, that's never been done
before."
     "There's always a first time. Don't worry, it'll be a piece of cake
- come, you two. Let's go up to the bridge and get under way."
     Cassiopeia and Apollo answered in harmony, "Aye, sir!"
* * *
     The meeting of the Defense Council convened. Everyone was upset that
Apollo had decided to go. Everyone but Jamie and Drs. Wilker and Salik.
But it was okay; they would have the time. They would vote that nonsense
down at the next meeting, for the best interests of the Colony, and the
Earth. Orion still fumed, but that seemed to be his way of life.
     Orion wanted to know what meeting was so important that Apollo
missed the meeting. It had to be a special meeting of the Council of the
Twelve. But he, himself, was a member. He would call the Recording
Secretary. Then, if that didn't work, he would call Galactica. Cassiopeia
had left with Apollo and since she had been holding classes on Galactica,
certainly Commander Tigh would know where Cassiopeia was, and she in turn
would know where Apollo was.
* * *
     Boomer waited at the Bridge. He gave Apollo a big hug. "How are you,
you old War Daggit? Glad to see you!"
     "Great!" Apollo said, although he didn't feel that great. He was
getting the same feeling he had at Athena's, the sinking feeling that he
was losing everything. And 'War Daggit'? That's what Commander Cain
called Adama, and they both were gone. But Boomer was a best friend. He
couldn't let him know how he felt. They hugged, and then he held him at
arms length. "Great!"
     Boomer said, "Hello, Cassie." They hugged. "Apollo. I've given this
a lot of thought. I'll go in your place. I don't have a family. If you
can find Serena, I can. And if I don't come back, you and your family
will be safe on Earth."
     Apollo put his hand on his shoulder. His voice trembled. "You are
family, Boomer, dear old friend. This is my quest. It's my life and my
risk. And it's my reputation and career. But I appreciate your offer more
than you'll ever know."
     Commander Tigh interrupted. "Let's get on the road - Rigel. Open all
Telecom channels to the ship."
     "This is Commander Tigh. From this moment on, we are on a shakedown
cruise. Stay where you are. The first leg of our cruise will be to launch
a Viper at full speed. We have never done it before. We will remain in
our present positions until the Viper has launched and is at a safe
distance away.
     "There are five factors to the Viper's mission. One: This will be
the longest flight a Viper has ever done on its own. Two, Three, and
Four: We are testing equipment, the new, more powerful engines, improved
communications and sensing equipment, and an improved cloaking device.
Governor Apollo will be conducting the tests. The fifth factor is a
classified secret. The cadets will continue their training, both academic
and on the job. We are commencing our launch right now. May the Lord be
with us."
     "Omega," Tigh said, "Take the helm - prepare to launch."
     "Aye, sir."
     "Rigel. Turn on the receiving channels from the ship."
     They listened for a moment. They heard what seemed to be a low
murmur of dissatisfaction. "Turn them off," Tigh ordered, "I'm sure some
had other plans. A shakedown cruise wreaks havoc with romances."
     Rigel beckoned to Commander Tigh. "Sir, I have a call from one of
the crew."
     "Open that channel to my station - yes?"
     "Sir. This is Ensign Tuck. I noticed the listening light went on in
the Telecom. At the time, the men were talking among themselves. You may
have misunderstood their mood. They are generally excited about the
cruise, but are very disappointed about not seeing Governor Apollo. He's
a legendary hero."
     "Apollo, we do have enough time ... ."
     Apollo didn't often blush. He nodded.
     "Ensign, you made your case. Governor Apollo will tour your
positions."
     A bustle of excitement and delight emanated from the speaker.
Governor Apollo was paying them a special visit.
     Boomer: "Well, now, I don't know about you, but that made my day."
     Apollo smiled, teary eyed. "It certainly did mine."
     Rigel beckoned again. "Sir, there's a low power communication from
Celestra. He says his name is Sire Orion. He's asking if Governor Apollo
is here."
     Commander Tigh hesitated, then asked Rigel, "Is the signal strength
within limits?"
     "Aye, sir, it is."
     "Are the strengths to our antennae equal?"
     "No, sir, one is 15 percent stronger, sir."
     "It means the signal is not aimed correctly; that's all I wanted to
know, patch me in, and log those readings."
     Tigh spoke slowly and sternly. "Listen carefully, whoever you are.
You are not Sire Orion. He would not jeopardize the entire existence of
the human race to satisfy his curiosity. You started your transmission
before its beam zeroed in on us. You have just sent a homing signal to
the Cylons. Shut off your transmitter, now. As soon as I find out who you
are, I'll have you before the Defense Council for treasonous action, and
for impersonating a member of the Council - End of transmission."
     Rigel threw the switch. He chuckled. "That should gag our friend
Orion, sir, don't you think?"
     Everyone on the Bridge laughed. Apollo said, "It certainly should."
     "Omega." Tigh said, "Take her out."
     "Aye, sir!" After all the preparation and rigging, the checking and
double checking, they were finally squared away.
     "Easy as you go. We don't want to take any unnecessary risks. And we
are testing new engines, too."
     "Aye, sir."
     A glow of pleasant anticipation swept through the Bridge.
     "Apollo, Cassie, let's go see the men."
     Omega closed a series of switches, and a slowly increasing rumble
ensued. Galactica was under way.
     Boomer said, "Apollo, It'll be a long time ... ."
     Apollo turned back and embraced him.
     "Boomer, I'll be back, old friend. Take care of Galactica for me,
she's an old friend, too."
     "I will, Apollo - be careful."
     Apollo patted him on the back. "I will." 
     As they started toward the crew's 'safe' temporary quarters, the
Commander started giving a briefing that would last until he was ready to
board.
     "The Viper is fully equipped. The copilot's seat has been removed
and the space has been filled with all of the supplies you'll need,
compliments of Cassiopeia. Plenty of food, and if the condenser works and
I trust that it will, water, but don't waste any. Take a regular
inventory, and use what is most likely to spoil first.
     "It ought to be easy for you to find the last known coordinates of
Serena's ship. We have programmed your computer with the configuration of
Constellation Cassiopeia as it would appear from there. Using the
coordinates of Galactica at the time of Serena's launch, and her last
known coordinates, we programmed a new heading.
     "When you make that turn, that's the time to jettison your auxiliary
fuel tanks. Be sure you do it in the middle of the turn. If you release
them before the turn, the Cylons could trace them back here. If you
release them afterward, they could pick up on your course.
     "It's vital that you assume Serena's precise heading and speed, and
then give your Viper 'her head,' she will increase to full speed. From
that point on, the probability that you will be right on course will be
less and less."
     Apollo's face reflected determination. "Understood."
     "Your computer is the most advanced we've ever had in a Viper. It
will control your speed and course. You will be traveling at a much
higher rate of speed than she did, so that you can catch up. The computer
will adjust for the differences in speed which would otherwise throw you
off course. Each shift in gravitational pull would have less effect on a
ship traveling at a greater speed. The computer must compensate for it.
     "Should a star system's gravitational pull have caused Serena's ship
to arc behind it, your Viper would shortcut past the system and resume
Serena's course beyond it. That would help you make up distance and time,
which may be considerable.
     "You had better hope her path doesn't take you into a solar system.
If she took an orbit inside the system, that's one thing, you'd probably
be in range of her beacon. But she may have sling shot out in any
direction. In that case, the possibilities for course changes are
endless, all depending on the particular positions of the planets, and
the pulls of their gravitational fields at the moment. If it does, all
bets are off; you might as well turn around and come back. In that case,
the computer should put you on a beeline to Earth."
     Apollo echoed, "should?"
     "Hopefully. Let's be optimistic about this. Anyway, based on the
available data, the computer will predict Serena's course, and tell you
when you are approaching the range of her homing beacon. That may be
nowhere near her actual position, but it's the best we can do.
     "If you feel that you should turn on your receiver before then, do
it, but remember, each extra use of equipment causes an increase in the
use of fuel. When you are well away from Galactica, test your cloaking
device, engines and maneuvering jets. Then shut them off until you need
them. You won't mind tumbling a little, will you? You'll need all the
fuel you can save."
     All along the passageway, crew members and cadets waited to wish
Apollo well, and to experience a taste of history. He greeted each one
with a smile and a handshake or a pat on the shoulder. A look of
admiration and excitement proved his tour worthwhile.
     Brie and Deitra beamed when he approached. The last time they saw
him, he was unkempt and unshaven, and in civilian clothes. They thought
he looked great in his battle suit, and they told him so. They took him
by the arms and introduced each of their students as he moved down the
passageway. Then they left to fly their Vipers to the rendezvous point.
     Sheba and Boxie stepped up. Boxie hugged him, and, after a moment
stepped back, and gave Sheba the pleasure. She appeared composed but her
eyes glistened. He knew she was instructing her cadets in attack tactics.
He could divert attention from the emotion of the moment by asking
technical questions. But first he would ask Boxie, "What is the speed at
full speed?"
     "Sir, the speed at full speed is 75 percent of lightspeed."
     "Correct." He turned to a cadet and asked, "Why?"
     "Sir, full speed is 75 percent of lightspeed because at 80 percent
molecules in space pile up ahead of the ship enough to cause excessive
turbulence and expenditure of fuel, much like when a ship in an
atmosphere approaches the speed of sound. Seventy-five percent is often
the most acceptable speed, efficient enough for some circumstances, when
a safe refueling can be done afterward. Therefore, the military set the
standard at 75 percent."
     "Good. Next? Can a ship pass the 80 percent 'pile up'?"
     "Sir. That's an easy one. Historically, it's been done several
times. Galactica did it on her rescue mission to Terra. But it's done at
a tremendous expenditure of fuel."
     "Thank you. Next? Can a ship travel faster than lightspeed?"
     "Sir. Aye, sir. Dillon and Boxie did it. But Earth natives don't
think it's possible. They believe that travel is limited to lightspeed.
But, if that were true, Boxie and Dillon couldn't have done it, and
certain routine astronomical observations could not be made either. The
natives' knowledge is inhibited by unproven hypotheses that their view of
reality depends on. The trouble with going faster than light is that
traveling through time is an important complicating factor."
     "Excellent! - Sheba, you have taught them well."
     "Thank you, Apollo. But it's a team effort, combined with their
patriotic insatiable hunger for the military history of the Colonies."
     "Yes, but you've provided the perfect climate for their studies.
Congratulations!"
     "Thank you, Apollo. You sure know how to cheer a person up - Apollo,
you know I wish you the best. I pray you'll return safely."
* * *
     Boxie motioned him aside. They hugged again, fighting back tears.
"Dad, I have to go now. I have a mission. I wish I were going with you. I
know that's impossible. Please be careful. I want you back in one piece."
His heart was breaking. If his dad failed to return, he would have lost
nearly everyone. His biological father, his mother, his granddad, and now
his dad. He struggled to keep back tears.
* * *
     Apollo tried to maintain a composed, confident voice, but he choked
out, "I'll be back." Again he had that empty feeling, as if he were
losing everything and everybody. He couldn't be sure of anything. Even
so, he iterated, "I'll be back. If you get back before I do, watch over
our family, and Dillon and Jamie for me, will you?"
     Boxie smiled as he turned to leave, and said, "I sure will, Dad."
     Tigh's expression caught Apollo's eye. He knew it was time, "Thank
you, Sheba, we have to go now. Can you accompany us to the Launch Bay
Alpha?"
     She smiled happily and he knew she was glad he asked. "I'd love to.
Let's go."
     Her smile was sometimes saucy, sometimes innocent, always
contagious.
     The special crew lined up in the bay. Apollo shook each hand and
thanked them. Their concern and a hint of confidence and pride showed in
their faces. "Commander, you have a fantastic crew, sir."
     "We certainly do - I'm turning you over to the ground crew now.
They'll see you safely off."
     The four, Apollo, Sheba, Cassiopeia, and Tigh, covered each other's
hands, for a bonding handshake. Cassiopeia hugged him. Tears streamed
from her eyes. She reluctantly released him. When she was with him were
the times when she felt closest to Starbuck. Now Apollo wouldn't be there
for her. She whispered, brushing away a tear, "You'll be in our constant
prayers, Apollo. May the Lord see to your every need."
     He embraced her again, then turned. "Sheba."
     Sheba choked out a "Go get 'em, Tiger." She had encouraged Apollo
that way many times before when he went on missions. It was her way of
saying 'I'm 100% behind you.' She had allowed herself to fall in love
with him. Now he was going out on this impossible quest. In spite his
quest to find Serena, her love for him would give him all of the
emotional support it could. She whispered as she hugged him. "I wish I
could go with you; be your wingman one more time. I am still a good pilot
you know - remember, we all love you. Don't forget that. Let that get you
by. If you get lonely and desperate, just remember our love." She pecked
his cheek and turned her face away.
     "Sir."  The Crew Chief's voice expressed urgency. Apollo welcomed
the interruption. It was an awkward moment. "Sir. We must start the
launch at once. Galactica is at full speed. Our safety precautions are at
their peak, but they can't last long."
     Med Tech Suze approached Apollo with a bulky bundle. "Sir. Let's get
your flight suit on you, sir."
     "Over my Battle Suit?"
     "Aye, sir."
     The Chief continued. "Your Viper is at the outer doors. Suze will
help you on with your breathing gear. She will enter the launching tube
and go to the Viper with you. When you're seated in the cockpit, she will
take the gear back and exit the tube. Breathing gear is installed in the
ship. Close your canopy immediately. Ten seconds from the time we see the
canopy lock down, the outer doors will spring open and the pressure from
the escaping atmosphere will push you out."
     "For the safety of Galactica, do not use any equipment, or start
your engines, or use your maneuvering jets until you are well away.
Galactica will veer away soon after you've launched, but will keep you in
sight until you have completed your tests. We will send you a burst of
light to confirm the cloaking test. After the tests you may abort your
flight, come to a stop and jettison your fuel reserves, and return.
Waggle if you intend to continue your flight."
     Apollo was suited up and squared away. Pulling away from the ground
crew, he shook hands one last time with his dear friends. A warmth came
over him as he turned away. A warm and loving world was waiting to come
back to.
     He nodded to Crew Chief. "Let's go," and followed Suze to the launch
tube. She fit him with his breathing gear. He looked back and waved. They
gave the thumbs up sign. She opened the hatch and they stepped through.
As she sealed the hatch, a dense white mist engulfed them. Slabs of
carbide sublimated. Apollo knew it was to prevent ignition. He sincerely
hoped it would.
     Suze touched his shoulder. "Watch your step," she said, and sprinted
forward, toward the shadow in the mist. Apollo followed her at a trot.
"Watch your step," She warned again. A foamy substance surrounded the
ship and forward, up to the outer doors.
     This must be even more dangerous than I thought. I hope there are no
fuel leaks. He assured himself that everything possible had been tested
and verified safe. No leaks. The Viper's welcome form took shape.
     Suze boosted him up the ladder and helped him into the cockpit. She
took the breathing gear and ran back to the hatch. He strapped himself
in, and started lowering the canopy as she exited.
     The canopy closed and locked. Apollo braced himself for the launch.
The clock counted down to zero. He pushed himself back into his seat and
held his breath.
     The doors sprang open and the mist rushed by. The opening ahead
started to grow. It grew until the thinning wisps dissipated and
blackness was all he could see; blackness punctuated by a spreading
panorama of points of light. The Viper was free of Galactica. At full
speed.
     The danger to the Battlestar had past. Apollo realized he was still
pressing himself back into his seat. He laughed; he had been so
accustomed to high-G launching, he instinctively expected this to be one.
Of course the launch would be gentle. He just did not expect it.
     He dwelt on that, and, although subconsciously sensing that
something was happening, he wasn't ready for it. Then it became obvious.
The stars were no longer passing around him. They all came from above and
passing below. It had been so long ... .
     Just above the Viper's nose a huge metal object came into view. His
heart skipped a beat. A cold sweat enveloped his body.
     Then he knew. It was the receding upside-down Galactica. He hadn't
realized he had tumbled and was looking back at Galactica.
* * *
     Commander Tigh, Cassiopeia, Sheba, and the special crew had gone to
the bridge to watch. Boomer had felt the suspense, and seen Apollo's
Viper emerge from the dissipating gases. The special crew cheered as the
ship nosed down, and slowly receded.
     Commander Tigh asked Rigel to open all Telecom channels to the ship,
and said, "The launch was a complete success. Governor Apollo's Viper is
receding, and on course." He waited till the cheering subsided.
"Congratulations, everyone. This has been a superb team effort. Great
work."
     Again he paused until they could hear him. "Now, back to your
stations, everyone. We are in deep space.  Be prepared for anything the
Cylons might throw at us, just in case they're here in this sector.
     "We're starting a swing to come to a course that will take us to
Outpost Pluto. We will watch to see that Governor Apollo has completed
his tests and has decided to proceed. Should he decide to return, we will
wait until he is safely aboard. Then we will go. If he is going on, we
will continue without him. Again, congratulations on a job well done."
     Omega made the adjustments.
     "Execute the turn. Cassie, I hope you planned for an extended tour."
     "No, I didn't, But I'm delighted to go." She grinned. "But I haven't
a thing to wear ... ."
     "Sheba, when Apollo has safely resumed his quest, would you see that
Cassie is outfitted with a change or two in warrior's uniforms."
     "Aye, sir. I'd be glad to."
     "There should be some that fit."
     Cassiopeia smiled. "I'm sure there are. Thank you, Commander - but
Commander - I'm not a warrior."
     "No? You should be, with all you've been through. We'll fix that,
you've performed magnificently under fire more than once. I'd say that
more than qualifies you. Boomer, Sheba, you're witnesses. I with this
confer on Cassiopeia the honorary title of warrior."
     Boomer and Sheba's broad grins told her they happily concurred, and
Cassiopeia basked in the moment.
     Apollo's Viper slowly tumbled to just a point of light in the
distance.
* * *
      As he headed for the rendezvous point, Boxie followed his dad's
Viper on his scanner. As it receded from view, he prayed he would see it
again, that his dad and mom would return safely. He had a hollow, sinking
feeling inside. He had promised his dad that he would watch over the
family and vowed he would do all he could. Dillon and Jamie; that would
be easy, they were family to him. Taking his dad's place in the family?
He wondered how long that would be ... .  
* * *
     Bojay and Athena had just sat down to their supper, when there was a
knock on the door. It was Reese with his aide. Bojay paled. "Apollo - has
anything happened?"
     Reese looked puzzled, and then relieved. "No - not that I know.
Bojay, Galactica has just left on a shakedown cruise. We're here to
escort you to the Defense Control Center. I'm sorry. It's the contingency
plan, you know."
     "Of course Reese, you're exactly right. Athena ... ."
     Athena had stood behind him and heard everything. "Go on ahead. I'll
get Caprica and Aquarius ready, gather up the food and we'll all eat
supper in the ready-room."
     As he left through the courtyard, Bojay turned, smiled and mouthed,
"I love you." 

* * *
CHAPTER TEN

     Galactica was no more than a pinpoint in the blackness of space,
appearing no larger than the stars receding around her. It was time for
the tests. Apollo wouldn't be able to test the communication equipment.
Too risky. Commander Tigh understood: it was the reason he arranged for
the waggle.
     Apollo fingered the cloaking device switches, but hesitated. First
he needed to be sure he could see Galactica's confirming signal. He had
to activate the maneuvering jets.
     Ordinarily they used engine exhaust, but of course that required
running engines. The Crew Chief must have thought the engines test should
be last, for the safety of Galactica. Had the chief thought of the need
to maneuver?
     Apollo would not start the engines; instead he would exhaust a small
amount of fuel through the jets. Since the engines were cold, using
unburned vaporized Tylium, there could be no explosion. Besides, the
engines use up more fuel.
     Apollo opened the valve and moved a small amount of fuel to the
jets. He had to be careful; he couldn't risk even the slightest deviation
from his course. He applied scant pressure to the stick, and saw by the
apparent movement of the stars; it worked.
    When the stars converged dead ahead, he stabilized the attitude of
the ship, the Viper receded from Galactica at full speed, tail first. He
closed the valve and proceeded with the cloaking test.
* * *
     Galactica's optical sensor displayed the Viper on the scanner
monitor. As they watched, the Viper rotated to her 180-degree position
and held steady.
     "So far, so good," the Commander observed. "Nevertheless, the
danger's not over. He used fuel in his jets' engine exhaust to activate
his maneuvering jets. He must wait long enough for the system to purge.
Otherwise, there would be an explosion that might alter his course, or
worse, damage or destroy his ship."
     "Whoa, that is dangerous," said Boomer.
     "Yes, and at his distance from his destination, even a small
deviation could make a huge difference."
     "And," Boomer added, thoughtfully, "a subsequent course correction
would waste fuel - wait - Commander, if we delay the signal ... ."
     "... his jets will purge. Good thinking, Boomer."
     "Look," Cassiopeia exclaimed, "he's fading. The cloaking device is
working."
      "It is," Tigh said. "Rigel. Increase sensor power to maximum. We
need to see if we can detect anything - anything at all."
     "Aye, sir."
     "It's completely gone," Cassiopeia said.
     "The old shell game, Cassie," Boomer quipped, "Now you see it, now
you don't."
     Tigh: "Beam the signal, Rigel."
     "Aye, sir."
* * *
     Apollo concentrated on the point of convergence. I don't dare blink.
If I miss the signals I might get too far from Galactica to repeat the
test, I have to get it right the first time. I have to concentrate. I
should have realized that the ship would tumble. It must be the stress. I
have to do everything right. What's taking so long? I can't focus
forever.
     A flash, a pinpoint of light appeared from the convergence point,
and vanished just as suddenly.
     Whew, glad that's over. Now for the engine tests -  One thing at a
time. Number one ignition.
     Pop. She rocked slightly; he felt a tug on his lap belt. Then the
characteristic whir. It must be the way the new engines work - one thing
at a time, he told himself. Apollo, reverse your heading. You're getting
disoriented, riding backward and upside down. He chuckled. But what is
upside down in space, anyway?
* * *
     No one expected a flash in return.
     Tigh wondered aloud, "I would have thought he wouldn't take that
risk," and glanced at the Crew Chief.
     The Chief reflected on what he said when he briefed Apollo. "I only
said that we would signal him if the cloaking was successful. We didn't
discuss a response."
     Tigh: "I hope the Cylons don't have as powerful sensors."
     As they speculated, the scanner showed nothing but stars against the
blackness of space.
     Cassiopeia said, "Apollo hasn't decloaked yet. Is there anything
wrong?"
     "I don't think so," said Tigh, "he's tested his maneuvering jets and
his cloaking device so far. He can't see that he's cloaked from where
he's sitting. That's why we used the signal. He probably forgot to
decloak in the urgency of the tests."
     "There," Cassiopeia said, "there's a point of light, and it's
growing."
     "Yes - yes. It's the exhaust from one of his engines. He's reversing
his attitude. Rigel, return the sensor to normal power for a moment, then
return to maximum."
     "Aye, sir."
     The exhaust flame winked out and reappeared.
     Tigh nodded, "I hope the Cylons won't be able to see it, either."
     "But ..." Cassiopeia said, "... but he hasn't decloaked, yet."
     Boomer said, "No, he hasn't, but we don't need to be concerned about
that. We should be if he hadn't been able to cloak, but not decloak. The
device will decloak automatically when the power runs down. That's not a
problem. He'd just recharge the system."
     She seemed to accept that, but said, "He's not like that. He would
remember. What's wrong?"
* * *
     Apollo thought, I'll get the knack of it, yet. Now, shut off Number
One - Now Two ignition.
     Two kicked in smoothly, without the noise or rocking motion.
     That's strange, Well, we'll see what happens with Three.
     Shut off Two - Number Three ignition.
     Three behaved like Number Two. Smooth and easy. Is there something
about Number One?
* * *
     The exhaust flame dimmed and died. The next exhaust flame appeared,
intensified, dimmed and died. The third flame appeared, but they couldn't
see the Viper.
     "But he's still cloaked," Cassiopeia said. No one seemed to hear
her.
     The Crew Chief: "All tests complete. Maneuvering jets, engines, and
cloaking device all operational. All tests successful."
     "Thank you," Tigh said. "All that's left now is Apollo's decision.
Which will it be, Apollo, go or no-go?"
     "Chief," Cassiopeia asked, "would excessive use of the Cloaking
Device reduce the fuel supply enough to jeopardize the mission?"
     "Probably not, but I don't know all of the particulars of the
mission - Commander ... ."
     Tigh thought a moment. "You're right. It probably wouldn't. On
plenty of missions, the ships landed on fumes, the fuel supply completely
gone. It just takes a constant assessment of the supply, and judicious
handling of the ship. Apollo is one of the most judicious of pilots I
know."
     Sheba confirmed, "Yes, he is."
     Boomer shouted, "There it is - he's waggling!"
     Cassiopeia, had watched closely, and asked, "Waggling? That's
waggling? It's barely moving up and down."
     "Don't you see, Cassie? That's a lateral engine. If it were Number
One, It would appear to be moving side to side. He's waggling all right."
     "Agreed."Tigh smiled. "Omega. Set sail for Outpost Pluto."
     "Aye, sir!"
     Boomer's and Tigh's eyes met. Both knew. Apollo was off course, and
they could do nothing about it.
* * *
     Apollo felt exhausted, and hungry. He hadn't eaten since he left
Earth, and that seemed ages ago.
     And he felt faint. He couldn't quite admit it to himself, but it was
the way he felt when he went on his first solo flight as a cadet long
ago. Did Boxie feel that way on his first solo flight? He would eat
later. A long trip lay ahead of him and the launch crisis had passed. He
would relax and let his head clear. He reclined his seat and let his eyes
close.
* * *
     Athena arrived with the children, and set the table. Bojay contacted
the pilots, and reminded them that the contingency plan required the one
on call to stay at the Center.
      He called the Area Supervisors They set each area's contingency
plan into motion, notifying each block captain to inventory their
underground shelters. They were to verify that everything was ready for a
sustained siege: food and water, medical supplies, oxygen reserves, etc.,
and to see that everyone on the block was informed and prepared.
     Weaponry was meager and may as well have been nonexistent. Dr. Zee
had a crew working on a high energy weapon patterned after what they knew
about the Cylon Death Machine on Ice Planet Zero. But it was in the
developmental stage. It could not have been built aboard the fleet, since
it required too much energy, and a stable platform, too large for any
warship. Here, the Colony provided the platform. The urgency was never so
great. And with Galactica gone the need seemed infinitely greater.
     Dillon and Jamie arrived. Jamie had been waiting for Dillon to
complete his Surfashuttle shift, as she did if she couldn't accompany him
or her job required otherwise. They wanted to be together always. She was
there when he received his call. They needed him at the Center. That
would be fine with him. He would want to be there.
     Athena invited the couple to share their meal. As it was with
Dillon, Jamie had become family. After Dillon checked in, they sat down
to supper. They praised the Lord for their security and that they were
together. They asked for protective graces for Apollo and Serena, Boxie
and Cassiopeia. Apollo was to leave on his quest from Galactica, and they
wondered if there was any connection between that and Galactica's sudden
departure.
     Jamie loved to be included in the family. She enjoyed the warm and
loving atmosphere, an atmosphere the like of which she had not
experienced since her childhood there on Earth.
     Athena said, "Now that Apollo and Boxie are gone I feel we are so
alone ... ."
     Bojay touched her hand. "Athena, I know." He looked at his
chronometer. "Apollo is a million miles away by now, and Boxie is who
knows where, but we can't dwell on that. We have ourselves and the others
have us. We must make Earth as safe as possible. We have no choice. We
must be prepared."
     "I know. It's just that we've lost so much already."
     "Yes. It doesn't seem fair. But everyone in the Colony has lost so
much, too. And everyone has a stake in our defense. Our lives depend on
it. We have to do what we can, and encourage everyone else to do the
same. I know it's hard, but we must be an example for the others - oh,
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. You've always been strong in
crises in the past."
     "Of course - you are right." Athena was determined. "We'll do what
we have to do. You can count on me." She looked at Caprica and Aquarius.
"You can count on us."
     "I know," Bojay said, "- what say you and the children stay here
with me, tonight? Then I can take you home early in the morning. I'll
have to stay here until everything is arranged and squared away. Okay?"
     "I'll be okay. There's no need for an escort. You just said we must
be an example. We'll be all right."
     "Please ... ."
     "Oh, all right."
     Jamie sat back and marveled as she always had at the courage of the
Colonials. She wished with all her heart that the people of Earth
understood the Colonials and their heritage and motivation to save all of
mankind from the Cylons. She felt the warmth of knowing that at that
moment she was in the safest place on Earth. She looked around and then
to Dillon she whispered, "I love you - I love you all."
     Bojay and Athena put Caprica and Aquarius to bed and they and Dillon
and Jamie talked late into the night about Apollo's desperate quest. 

* * *
CHAPTER ELEVEN

     The engines performed flawlessly, and now it was time to move on.
     Tigh slapped his temple. "Why didn't I think of this sooner? Cassie,
I'll bet you haven't had anything to eat since we left Earth."
      She stared at the monitor.
     "Haven't you slept?"
     No answer.
     "Rigel?"
     "Aye, sir?"
     "Warrior Cassiopeia must be starved and in desperate need of sleep.
Would you escort her to the Cadet Woman's Quarters, and see that the
Officer in Charge accommodates her?"
     "Aye, sir." Dr. Cassiopeia had gone out of her way to help with her
advanced studies. In a small way, she could return the favor.
     Sheba knew why Tigh sent Rigel in her stead.
     As soon as the hatch closed, they looked at each other. Boomer
blurted, "Sir, you know that Apollo is off ... ."
     "Yes, I do. But there's nothing we can do about it. We can't risk
trying to reach him."
     Sheba almost shouted, "Sir, let me catch him and see that he's
okay."
     "I appreciate the thought, Sheba, but he's light minutes away and
you'd expend all your fuel just catching up. You just got caught up in
the moment. We can't intercept him with Galactica, either. That would
leave our people defenseless. Let's hope he realizes it soon enough."
     Boomer shook his head, "Sir, that's only half of it."
     "What is it, Boomer?"
     "It's not just that he's off course and it'll take him longer to get
there. As soon as he studies his instrument panel, he'll discover that.
And he may be able to get back on, that is, on a direct line between his
launch coordinates and Serena's last known coordinates. But he may not;
his long range sensor is fixed on a star cluster beyond those
coordinates. That's fine if his course is on a plane which will intersect
Serena's path anywhere along it, but his error is vertical. The plane of
his error crosses Serena's path at only one point. Apollo's computer is
keyed on the star cluster and on the Constellation Cassiopeia. On his
present course, his computer may not recognize the Cassiopeia at all!"
     "Whoa! That is serious. He may be lost!"
     "Yes. And as far as I know, there's nothing we can do."
     Sheba interjected, "But continue to beseech the Lord."
     Tigh was glad he had Boomer. It was times like this that he needed
him there for his insight and experience, and because he was a true
friend. He reflected on that and asked, "Is there a reason we should tell
anyone about this?"
     "No sir, there isn't."
     Sheba agreed.
* * *
     Apollo awoke rested. He had been overcome with fatigue, but was
surprised that he slept so well, having been strapped into one reclining
position all night. He chuckled. Night? We're in perpetual night. I don't
even have to draw the drapes.
     As he always did when he woke up to the beginning of a new day, he
stretched, and then he moved his fingers along the stubble of his cheek.
We're going to find out what I look like in a beard. He grinned. In the
bitter cold of space, I can use the insulation.
     He turned the eightvo. Apollo, you surely look unkempt. He
straightened his hair with his fingers, remembering that Cassie did it
two weeks ago for him. No room was sacrificed by such niceties as a comb
or a razor. And no risk would be taken with any clippings or strands
floating around to be breathed in, or electrostatically adhering to
instruments, circuits, canopy, or anything else.
     He remembered his exercises from his Academy training, and executed
them as best he could. He was out of shape more than he had thought.
     He rotated his seat to the side to inventory his food supply and
selected a piece of fruit, and then locked the seat back into flight
position.
     He enjoyed its flavor and aroma; it wouldn't be long before the
fruit would be gone and he would be eating military rations. Those
rations back there, he remembered from his warrior days, were formulated
to nourish and to keep a long time, and not much else. They were not
known for their flavor. He thought that it would be strange, if - when he
found Serena, he would eat and Serena would be seated a few feet away in
her Viper, having had nothing to eat for years. What a strange thought
... .
     He took another bite and as he did, he noticed some charts clipped
to the panel. They were star charts with notations on the margins. He
unfolded one, and immediately recognized a highlighted constellation
known as The Cassiopeia, as seen from Earth. On another, the same
constellation was highlighted, but plotted as seen from Galactica, when
Serena's ship was launched. The special crew had thought of everything.
These charts might be useful, he thought, as he clipped them back to the
panel.
     Apollo reached into his tunic pocket and retrieved a case of family
likenesses. He looked into their faces and remembered. The Cylons killed
his mother when they destroyed their home on Caprica. Apollo shuddered.
Those murderous Cylons.
     There was his brother Zak. The Cylons vaporized Zak's Viper within
sight of Galactica. They destroyed the entire Fleet, except for Galactica
and Pegasus, in that one surprise attack. Tears came to his eyes.
     There was his dad's likeness. Adama had spent his entire life
battling the Cylons, and leading the refugees in their escape. Many died,
and his dad had felt responsible for them all. Apollo sighed. His dad
went away with that burden.
     Then he came to Serena's. He choked back a sob, closed the case and
put it back - Dillon and Jamie - he probably would not be back for their
sealing ceremony. Then came that same sinking feeling, that he might
never see them again.
     I have to concentrate on something else. The special crew had
thoughtfully installed a program of traditional Caprican music. He played
it awhile, but then shut it off. He would play it later, but now such
music brought back melancholy thoughts that he couldn't handle just then.
He would just lie back, and concentrate on good things.
     He pictured the Colony nestled in the mountains and valleys, about
the good times he had with Starbuck and Boomer, of Dillon and Jamie,
their love for each other and their coming sealing, about the people he
met on the planets he visited during the Colonials' escape, and wondered
if they survived the scourge of the Cylons too, of Pegasus and Commander
Cain, if they still survived, of everyone. But everything seemed to come
back to the violence and death left in the Cylons' wake.
     He powered up the high engine to activate the maneuvering jets and
line up the Viper with the course. He glanced at the instrument panel -
and gasped. He had forgotten to turn the computer on. He had been
drifting on Galactica's course before the launch.
     That was okay: Galactica had launched him on course. He flicked the
switch. The Viper pull up a bit. He blinked his eyes and focused on one
particular instrument. It didn't look quite right, so he looked at the
heading handwritten on the star chart's margin. The notation read
'initial leg,' the heading he should use on the first leg of his mission.
The instrument heading was in error, two degrees above the notation
heading.
     He stared at the representation of the Cassiopeia on the star chart,
and then looked through the windscreen in the direction it should be, he
scanned the sector but he couldn't see anything at all that looked like
the Cassiopeia.
     Apollo closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. Before my last
sleep period the appearance of the Cassiopeia changed somewhat from my
view from Earth. But, more importantly, another constellation seemed to
move significantly toward it. It must be that the second is now in front
of the first, overlaying it. He studied the charts, then tried
unsuccessfully to count the number of stars that he could actually see
and compare that with the number on the charts. Those on the charts were
hopelessly less than those he actually could see.
     Finally Apollo decided he would wait until the end of the next sleep
period and make a conclusion based on what he saw then. In the meantime,
he would trust that the computer had made the adjustments necessary to
reach Serena's flight path. He reclined his seat and tried to relax.
* * *
     Tigh took over the helm from Omega. Galactica docked, coupled to
Pluto Outpost. What a shame, he thought, that they had to orbit such a
desolate rock. But the Cylon threat made it necessary.
     He did think about how fortunate it was for the cruise that all of
the outer planets happened to lie in the same quadrant. And Apollo's
launch had gone in that direction.
     There would be weeks saved that it would otherwise take to reach
them all. It was a weakness in the defense system that the outer planets
were configured in one direction that way from time to time, but, on the
other hand, the Cylon threat seemed to be from that direction. Later,
that could change, but all of the encounters with the Cylons in the wars
and in the escape were from that quadrant.
     Each outpost was equipped with one shuttle and a Viper secured to
each other by a tubular airlock. That was deemed essential to assure
rapid responses. It eliminated the necessity for tethering and breathing
gear.
     Galactica finished at Pluto Outpost and got ready to embark on the
next leg of the cruise, to Neptune. Omega thought aloud. "Isn't it
strange that most of Earth's names for the planets in the system are
familiar to us?"
     "Yes and no, Omega," Tigh replied. "Would that be a mystery if the
twelve Colonies came from Earth? And didn't it strike you as strange that
the Earth people have no tradition about Kobol, when all twelve of the
Colonies did? It wouldn't be strange if Earth people had settled Kobol
instead of the other way around, would it?"
     "I see what you mean, sir. It would be expected."
     "I feel that Earth is truly our home planet, not Kobol. It's a warm,
secure feeling, to be sure."
     "It is, sir? It makes me feel strange, it's so familiar yet so out
of place. It's as if we were there before."
     "That's sort of the way I feel about Apollo. Sometimes I feel that
he is out there so much alone, millions of miles from anyone else, and
yet other times I feel like we're out there with him."
     "Exactly, sir."
     Every day, someone brought up Apollo and his quest. It was as if the
human population was a living organism itself, and Apollo was an
extremity of that organism, reaching farther and farther out to bring
Serena back into the body. It was as if the whole of the human society
would lean into the turn when Apollo would come to it.
     "Sir, it troubles me to think that Apollo may not have discovered
his course error," Omega said, "I feel like I did when Apollo played
Triad; he had an opening to score and didn't see it. But now we can't
tell him, we can't shout from the seats, we can't urge him on."
     Tigh answered, "All we can do is continue to pray."
     The Crew Chief entered the bridge to report that everything was
secure; Galactica was ready to leave. They powered up the engines and
prepared to launch, but all minds were on Apollo.
* * *
     As Apollo slept, the Viper slowly tumbled. As he awakened, he
checked his face in the aft-view. At first he reeled at the white hairs
mingled with the dark, a rude reminder that he was mortal; he would not
live forever. With time he became accustomed to it and even amused with
it; his hair aged faster than his mind. At least he chose to believe
that. 
     He fired up an engine and rotated the ship to the star cluster
heading.
     The Viper performed perfectly. She executed everything he asked of
her, flawlessly. She was a loyal friend. Each waking period it was his
pleasure to give her the care and concern she deserved.
     He studied the Cassiopeia and checked his instruments. 
     He took a reading of his speed. Even in the vacuum of space, dust
and elements resided, rare to be sure, but enough to slow him down a
little. He maintained full speed.
     One instrument in particular, the one that displayed the heading to
the star cluster, was still two degrees off, according to the notation on
the chart. Had he been thrown off course at launch? Had the computer been
compensating for the error? Was the computer in error? Or was the
notation in error? He didn't know, he couldn't know, but he would put his
trust in the computer.
     Maybe the crew discovered an error in the programming and corrected
it before the launch, but forgot to correct the notation. Whatever the
cause, he couldn't do anything about it now. He would trust the computer.
     I must be nearing Serena's flight path, he thought; I'll turn on the
long range receiver and send an activating pulse. Serena's ship could
have sling-shot around a star and headed back this way. She might be out
there in any direction. I'll stick to the plan, get to her flight path,
make the turn, adjust my heading and follow her, wherever that might
lead. It's my best chance of finding her.
     He shut off his engine, relaxed and tumbled into the endless night.
* * *
     Boxie lay on his sack in the Cadets' quarters, pondering his duties
and obligations as Cadet Honor Graduate. He had to be the perfect role
model to the cadets, as much as possible. That wasn't too hard, he
thought. He had his dad as an example when he was growing up.
     Before Boxie's parents were sealed, Apollo gave him a warrior
insignia and made him an honorary warrior. He knew it was make believe,
but it helped him get over the loss of his daggit, and it had given him a
certain amount of pride and discipline.
     His pride in his dad and the service showed every time a cadet came
to him for help. His responses had much to do with the times he had with
his dad. Usually he could answer with an anecdote from his or his dad's
experiences in the escape. It was often the case that the cadets sat
spellbound by the stories he told.
     Had he not known them to be true, he might have thought they were
written by some science fiction story teller. They were the kind of
stories told while sitting around a campfire. But they were true and the
cadets knew that.
     Boxie found himself glancing at the bulkhead in the direction Apollo
took. It seemed every time his dad sat with him on the bench by the
stream, he had a different story to tell. Dad, you have many more stories
to tell. You must not fail us now. You have to return ... .
* * *
     Although Apollo could look at the universe at any angle, there
always was a universal way of looking at it. In order to map the stars,
and to understand the maps, it was necessary to picture them the same
each time. Not one way on one chart and upside-down, reversed and in the
opposite quadrant the next.
     He was amazed when he realized that the humans on Kobol had charted
the stars the same way the colonies and the Earth people did. Had they
not done so, it was unlikely that his dad would have made the Kobol
Cassiopeia - Colony Cassiopeia Constellation connection. Had his dad seen
an upside-down version on the inscription on Kobol, he most likely could
not have made the comparison. It was comforting to think of that as
another connection between the cultures of the colonies and the Earth
people.
     One waking period, after studying the Cassiopeia, Apollo began to
wonder. He'd been watching the Cassiopeia's appearance change for a long
time, and it had changed a lot. But it didn't seem to be changing into
the target configuration.
     He pulled the two star charts and studied them, concentrating on
visualizing them three-dimensionally. Several times, he rotated the first
in his mind, morphing it into the second. Then he looked at the
Cassiopeia. Whoa - a cold and prickly chill came over him. No way did I
picture the constellation as it looks right now. I'm off-course! I'm
lost!
     The search is over. Serena is lost forever. If she isn't already
dead, she will die in that Viper - and I'll die in mine. It's my fault.
If I hadn't acted in haste - if I'd paid more attention - if I'd
questioned the heading error more - if I'd taken more time and planned
possible contingencies - if I hadn't been so bullheaded. Orion was right.
All of them were right. I shouldn't have come.
     There's no denying it. I'm off-course and I only have myself to
blame. If I'd visualized the constellation three dimensionally earlier,
this would never have happened - if I'd taken more time to ... .
     But I couldn't have taken more time. Every second was important,
precious. Every moment meant Serena could be getting farther and farther
away, and there was less chance of reaching her. If I had only visualized
sooner.
     Visualized? Visualized! His heart leaped. If I can visualize one
sequence, I can visualize another.
     Let's see, if the heading displayed is two degrees off, above the
original heading, and it's a real error, then we must be below the
planned course. I can visualize the sequence from - where? He thought
back. From where I was at the time I turned the computer on. Then I felt
the ship pull up a bit. The computer must have made a course correction
then. I must've been off course all that time - that won't help. I'll
have to visualize by trial and error.
     He concentrated on the diagrams again. He rotated the images in
various sequences. It hit him between the eyes. I went too far. I'm past
the turning point!
     Desperately, he sketched what the constellation should have looked
like from below Serena's path. That confirmed it, he had passed the turn.
The computer couldn't have made the match and initiated the warning
signal.
     His heart pounded. He had to reverse his course as soon as possible.
Every second's delay meant two seconds of makeup distance. He punched the
new coordinates into the computer and yanked back on the stick. It seemed
like ages before he could demand full power from the engines. When the
Viper came perpendicular to his last heading, he opened the throttles to
full power and released the stick. The thrust pinned him back against the
seat. It would put him on a higher plane that would be in line with
Serena's course - he hoped. The Viper came around.
     Just before he blacked out, it came to him that the flight suits
were good and warm and cozy but not designed to accommodate such a
sustained acceleration and gravitational pull - when I get back, I'll
have to - he sank into unconsciousness.
     It took a full five minutes to come perpendicular and another five
to get back even with the point where he started the reversal.
     He lost critical time and fuel, the auxiliary tanks had been
drained, the main cells tapped. He had used up half his fuel. The point
of no return would come much sooner than anyone expected.
     He headed back in the direction he came, unconscious and alone.
* * *
     The Defense Command Center operated smoothly, four shifts a day each
with a different operating crew, all veteran warriors. They monitored the
sensors and communications receivers constantly, alert to any intrusion
into the system. Four times a day the Center sent reports to the Area
Supervisors and they in turn sent them to the Block Captains.
     They kept the receivers tuned to the coded military frequencies and
the antennae zeroed in on the coordinates of the outposts. Not that any
signals were expected. There hadn't been any since the Colonials reached
Earth.
     Jamie reported the news from the Defense Center, on the Colonial
Video Network. She had gained the reputation of honesty and enlightening
in a warm and homey manner. The entire Colony accepted her as family. She
was the ideal choice to report the news during the present state of
alert.
     Bojay went home, confident the Center could get along without him
for a few hours. It was a serious business, but with professionals
handling it; he could relax.
     Athena met him at the door. "Have you heard something?"
     "No, and I hope we don't until Apollo gets back. Any news now is
likely to be bad."
     "I hope he's all right."
     "Oh, he's okay. He can handle a Viper better than most, and I know
they would give him the best there is."
     "How would you know that?"
     "Commander Tigh is the best, and he wouldn't let Apollo leave
without the best."
     "You're right."
      "And, Athena, Apollo's the best. He flew dangerous missions all his
warrior career, and survived them all."
     "I pray he will survive this, one more time."
     "He will," Bojay answered, but his heart wasn't in it.
     "Bojay. What about Serena?"
     "Athena, I just don't know. There isn't much hope. She may have been
dead when her Viper was launched, the conditions in her ship had to be
just right, it's been all this time, she may have crashed, the Cylons may
have destroyed her ship ... ."
     "Oh Bojay, hold me. When will this ever end?"
     Tears welled up in her eyes. He pulled her to him, his mind
struggling to give an encouraging answer. In a moment, he said, "I wish I
could reassure you, but there are billions of Cylons out there. We just
have to do the best we can and try to lead normal lives and make this the
best possible world that we can for our children to live in."
     They held each other tight.
* * *
     Apollo tumbled through a blinding red oblivion in swirling points of
light, sick, numb, prickly all over. He flailed in the darkness,
struggling against it. He desperately tried to stop the tight spin his
body was in, and to control a nauseating dizziness. It seemed an
eternity.
     Slowly, faintly, something tried to intrude. It was there, a light
vibration, an imperceptible sound competing with everything else
inflaming his agony. Slowly, torturously, the sound grew to a throbbing
crescendo, obliterating everything else. It screamed for his attention.
His hand crashed against the stick ... .
     He cried out with pain, wrenching himself into consciousness. It was
the sound of the klaxon! He tried to focus on the instruments. He peered
out the canopy, scanning the blackness, looking for the Cassiopeia. There
it was. The computer had made the match and set off the klaxon. It was
Serena's path, time to make his turn.
     Apollo commanded the computer to assume her course. The maneuvering
jets took hold. The Viper rolled into a bank, and he felt himself
pressing down into his seat, and the prickly numbness enveloped him
again.
     What next? The auxiliary tanks - they must be released! The gauges.
They show empty, and the internal cell levels are down from the full
mark.
     The special crew had rigged the tank controls on the cockpit floor,
and left them tagged with instructions. He closed the valves, flipped the
safety latch, and pulled the release.
     The ship lurched and pressed him deeper into the seat. The tanks
fell free and on their own. Hope they stay together on courses which no
one can use to triangulate back here. The crew should have tied them
together.
     It's Serena's course. The instruments say we're on her heading and
velocity. Now, computer on. The thrust jammed him against the backrest.
To catch up, the computer had to push the Viper to much higher speeds
than Serena's. He checked to verify that the maneuvering jets
compensated.
     It was crucial. Where Serena's ship was at the mercy of each gravity
pull, at higher speeds the pull would have less effect. If his ship
failed to compensate just once, he could end up in an entirely different
galaxy. A gentle push by the maneuvering jets told him it was working. A
burden lifted away. He had new hope.
     He knew he was too far away yet, but he sent a pulse to activate
Serena's homing device, anyway. Maybe she looped around a planet and came
back toward him. The pulse was broad enough to cover a conical area ten
degrees around her course. He turned his receiver up to its fullest
sensitivity. No response. Better safe than sorry. He was disappointed but
not discouraged. He would continue to monitor; he would keep the hope
alive.
     When he missed his turn, it had cost him dearly. He found himself
automatically checking fuel levels. He set the computer to check the fuel
expended against the amount needed to return directly to Earth.
     The point of no return was closer than he cared to think about. He
would have to make a decision that might mean a choice between Serena's
life and his.
* * *
     Galactica turned into orbit alongside the outpost at Neptune. The
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune outposts were all alike, hidden as
much as possible in the rings encircling the planets. All detection
devices were sensory, no risky transmissions. They delivered in person or
by Earth-style telephone to all intraoutpost communications.
     Boomer, Sheba, and Cassiopeia observed from the bridge. Between
outposts they busied themselves with teaching and preparation. A
shakedown cruise was not a vacation.
     But at a port they had the opportunity to relax, as long as they
were available in the event of an emergency. The up-close view from the
perspective of space always fascinated them. Boomer and Sheba talked of
the Colonial days, of the warrior's dream to take part in deep space
exploration. Now they were tired of running, of always being on the
defensive; they wanted to settle down and live the rest of their lives in
peace.
     Sheba noticed as she had many times before, that Cassiopeia looked
out in another direction, in the direction of the Cassiopeia, the
direction from which the Colonials escaped. "Cassiopeia?" She didn't
expect a reply.
     "Sheba, leave her alone, she's dreaming of Starbuck."
     "I'm worried about her, Boomer. She just has to let him go. She has
to come back to reality or she's going to lose it altogether, one day."
     "Yes, but I think she's happiest when she is remembering the way it
was."
     "I know it." She touched her shoulder. Cassiopeia put her hand over
Sheba's, but held her gaze. A tear rolled down her cheek.
     How ironic, Boomer thought; Sheba was that way only stronger. He
wasn't about to tell her that, though. That would start her thinking
about her dad - if he were alive and where he might be. And what about
Apollo? All three had the impossible dream of seeing them all again. The
best thing Boomer could do was to say nothing. He did not want to trigger
those memories.
     He thought of all of the people rooting for Apollo. They loved him.
Oh, how Boomer wished Apollo could be with them, that he could have gone
in his place.
     He couldn't take any more time to think about that; Galactica was
about to dock.
* * *
     It was time. Apollo had to decide right away. He had just enough
fuel to get him back. He was confused and desperate. If he were to go
back, he would never know if Serena were alive. But she might be dead. If
he were to go on, he might never find her, and would never get back, but
if he were to find her, he wouldn't know how to revive her. She would
eventually die without regaining consciousness. But he might die before
that. He could never forgive himself if he were to turn back, and he
couldn't face Serena's impending death if he continued.
     A tiny voice seemed to surround him. "Remember, Apollo, we all love
you. Don't forget that. Let that get you by." It was Sheba. He could see
her heart-shaped face, her short brown hair, and her always contagious
smile. "If you get lonely and desperate, just remember our love." His
despair faded into a relaxing warmth. He sighed, leaned back and dozed
off.
     In the end that love and his love for Serena won out. He passed the
point of no return.

* * *
CHAPTER TWELVE

     The routine set in. Apollo roused himself, sent another pulse, did
his exercises, and listened for Serena's homing device transmission. Then
he checked the Cassiopeia, checked his coordinates, and trusted that his
Viper was on right track. There was no response, but he continued to send
and hope. He had made his commitment. He was at peace with it.
     He was well into the military rations, even eating sparingly. That
way they actually tasted good. The formulae may have improved since he
flew in defense of the fleet. He felt a chill; humans ate to sustain
themselves, but Cylons needed only to be electrically charged to be the
efficient killing machines they were.
     Thoughts like that made him feel terribly alone in his Viper in the
blackness of space, millions of miles away from anyone else. In times
like this he would talk to his Viper, his faithful, reliable friend. It
helped him stave off depression and allowed him to relax. That and
Sheba's words.
     After each sleep period, a star directly ahead appeared to grow
larger and larger. He would pass above it.
     As the distance closed his Viper slowly picked up speed. The present
course would hook them around the star and would come out below it.
Instead, the computer altered the course to pass below.
     He sent the activating pulse, did his exercises, listened and
waited. Minutes passed with no response. A faint 'beep - beep - beep -'
broke the silence. But there was nothing on the scanner. Then he realized
there wouldn't be. He was too far out. He checked the frequency. It was
Serena's homing signal. It was her beacon. Joy washed over him like waves
on a seashore.
     The computer locked on the signal. I have to be cautious; if I can
receive the signal, the Cylons can, too. That was what I wanted in the
first place: to lure them away from the battle. Switch sensors to full
range. I can't take chances. Too close; I must not risk failure.
* * *
     Dillon saw Jamie every chance he could. He enjoyed nothing more than
to be with her. They delighted in finding out as much as they could about
each other, and each other's worlds. They spent most of their free time
at the Defense Control Center. Dillon needed to be there on standby
shift, and Jamie used it as a base during the alert.
     She had an insatiable appetite for anything about the Colonials. She
graduated a history major, but there was no hint of any human history
that took place outside this solar system. The Earth People 'knew' they
were the only humans in the universe.
     And Dillon's curiosity was intense, stimulated significantly by a
need to know. Why do the warring nations fight? How are they different
than the nations who avoid war? What had they done to avoid war? In the
colonies, there were no national borders except for natural separation by
space. How did Earth's artificial boundaries come to be?
     Jamie had made several trips outside the colony, as an aide to the
envoys. A set of encyclopedias she brought back served as a source of
amazement and enlightenment to Dillon. Some of the heroic deeds
chronicled there matched some of those in his own history.
     But it baffled him to discover that many of the earth people
believed that they descended from what they called less complex forms of
life.
     Dillon's background was science and superior technology on Caprica,
and Jamie's was journalism from the public schools in America.
     The more they discussed, the closer they felt to each other, the
more they wanted to be together.
* * *
     In the morning, Dr. Zee dropped by. Bojay thought he looked about
sixteen. Had it been that long? It seemed like yesterday when that odd
ship arrived from space with the new born baby in it. It boggled his mind
and everyone else's to know of the scientific advances Zee developed when
just a boy. The cloaking device was one such advance.
     Jamie knew Dr. Zee from the presentations he made before the Defense
Council, and some of his briefings. 
     "Dr. Zee," Bojay said, "what brings you here?"
    "I just wanted to touch bases."
     "How's the Death Machine coming?"
     Dr. Zee's lab tried to copy the Cylon's laser cannon they used in
the attempt to destroy the Colonial Fleet over planet Zero.
     He apologized, "I'm sorry, Bojay, it looks like it's two years away.
We haven't yet been able to assemble all of the materials to construct
it. You know that the equipment we brought with us is limited and
limiting. We will have to manufacture it ourselves. And, though we carry
a vast amount of information in our data banks, we're having to do some
research to rediscover certain alloys. We don't have enough power yet,
but the energy source is no problem, we have the Tylium."
     "Two years? That's a sobering thought. Are you sure we can't trade
for the materials?"
     "I'm sure."
     "That's quite expensive, isn't it, to develop alloys for just one
machine?"
     "Yes, it would be, but we will use it to develop other weaponry as
well. Our Vipers won't last forever, and sooner or later, Cylons will
come. We only have one base ship, and she is getting old, and it will be
quite some time before we can build another."
     "That's in the works? I didn't know that."
     "Yes, and an upgraded Viper."
     "No!"
     "Yes. We can't afford to miss any opportunity to bolster our
defenses, to make them safer. But it's only on the drawing board."
     "Whoa! I didn't realize we were that vulnerable! Dr. Zee, what can
we do?"
     "Bojay, please drop the 'Doctor' and just call me Zee. As you know,
we increased the Viper's range with more efficient engines. But we need a
breakthrough to increase the range sufficient to eliminate the need for
base ships. We're working on these things as much as we can, and perhaps
in ten or fifteen years we will be able develop a defense sufficient to
repel the Cylons. Pray they don't reappear before then."
     "Yes." Bojay listened attentively, and noticed a quality about Zee
he hadn't noticed before. The brilliant Dr. Zee had been surrounded by
adults all of his scientist life. He never had a normal childhood. He was
like a prince, royalty among the Colonials. But in his mannerisms Bojay
detected a need, the need to be accepted as a peer. He seemed out of
place in both the adult and the teenage worlds. "Zee, would you come with
Jamie and Dillon and me to our house and share the evening meal with us?"
     Zee grinned. "I'd love to, thank you. I haven't eaten home cooking
since - you're certain I won't be imposing?"
     Bojay returned the grin. "Not at all, Athena will be glad to have
you, and you can meet our children."
     Bojay had never seen Zee relax before, but there he was, at home
with them and totally at ease, a transformation like the dawn of a new
day.
* * *
     Jamie felt the warmth of knowing she belonged when Bojay assumed
they would all dine together in his home.
* * *
     The signal grew stronger. It came from a stationary source, or
nearly so. Apollo detected several planets but no signs of life. His
excitement rose. It couldn't be much farther, but her Viper had not
appeared.
     As suddenly as it began, it stopped, a series of beeps and then
nothing. Apollo frantically adjusted his antenna and checked receiver
sensitivity and gain. But nothing.
     If I had tacked laterally - but it's too late now; I could have
triangulated and pinpointed the position. After all this time, the power
must finally have died. It's too late.
* * *
     Uranus. Another spectacular sight, Boomer thought, then aloud, "If
Starbuck were here, he would lead guided tours of these colossal giants -
for money."
     Tigh laughed. "Agreed. And set up concession stands on the
planetoids."
     Outposts had to be hidden wherever they could be, in a ring or
behind a moon, as long as the Cylons were out there. The dark sides of
the planets, of course, always faced the outside of the Solar System. Of
necessity that's where the outposts had to be. The destruction of the
Colonies was a lesson never to be forgotten. The Colonials had to be
vigilant every moment.
     Visitors to an outpost had the responsibility to convey news and
messages to the crew, help solve any problems that may have arisen, and
carry messages back. Apollo had their enthusiastic support when they
heard about his quest. Wherever Galactica went, it was the same.
     Deitra and Brie had the opportunity to go aboard the shuttle, and
they seemed delighted to do it. Former shuttle pilots themselves, they
could see how it was modified to serve as the outpost. Though they
expected it, they were amazed to see how packed it was - barely enough
room to move around - no open spaces, every available space filled with
supplies.
     The members of the shuttle crews, of necessity, were all qualified
as electronics technicians and experienced pilots. In an emergency, a
pilot stood immediately available to fly the Viper.
     Commander Tigh had the uneasy feeling that Apollo might just pass
the point of no return and give up any chance of getting back. He kept
that feeling to himself. He didn't want to concern anyone unduly.
     It wasn't that Galactica wouldn't keep her scanners searching, she
always would. But he had the scanning equipment checked and calibrated
twice as often. No scanner would be left down for maintenance and
adjustment without an equally sensitive backup ready to fill the gap.
They had to keep the scanners in top shape to sort out electronic
interference from violent storms on the surface. Apollo would be given
every chance possible.
* * *
     Something tugged at Apollo, something Commander Tigh once said back
on Earth, something about the homing device. It came to him. "Evidently
you don't know that it was set to turn off after ten hours - it could
have been reactivated by a remote stimulus." How stupid of me. The signal
lasted ten hours after I activated it. It must have timed out. All I have
to do is reactivate the signal.
     He sent the pulse. A minute later, the signal was back.
     He locked the computer onto the signal and waited. A small moon
appeared and grew on the screen. A pip appeared. He asked the computer to
analyze the image. A Viper - but no pilot.
     Apollo had seen strange things before. There may have been a
malfunction. He would have to wait. Anyway, it was coming into view
through the windscreen. Yes, it was a damaged Viper.
     It was Serena's!

* * *
CHAPTER THIRTEEN

     Apollo eased alongside. Her canopy is clouded over. That's as it
should be with someone inside on minimum life support. His heart raced.
What if I can't see her? We'll have to hook up and tow her - where? His
heart sank. We're almost out of fuel - that overshoot ... . What can we
do? We don't have nearly enough fuel to take her back, and there's no
place to land. If we could land without destroying ourselves - I should
have taken everyone's advice. I shouldn't have come. If I could just see
her face - Lord, what can I do?
     Whatever I do, I'll have to couple the Vipers first. He lowered the
landing gear to access the connecting struts. He had plenty of time to
plan - but to land coupled Vipers?
     He counted on landing on Galactica, but on a moon? It's out of the
question - a dead end - no food, no water, no atmosphere - just a place
to die. A planet? To land on Galactica we could match our speed with
hers, and inch in. But land coupled on a planet? What of the
gravitational pull? We would almost surely crash. And the fuel ... .
     Apollo shook his head. He had to be clear about this. He worked out
in his mind where the equipment was and the sequence of its use. He
couldn't make a mistake - it could very well be fatal.
     He dug out the tools and equipment from the panel beneath his feet
and strapped them to his wrists. Then he donned his breathing gear and
tested it. He maneuvered his ship into position above Serena's, and
stabilized it.
     It was time. He popped the latch and the air rushed out as the
canopy rose. He looked around. The moon loomed ominously overhead. Apollo
vaguely noticed, Serena's ship hung over a certain spot on the surface,
in synchronous orbit. That was curious.
     Apollo opened a panel in the outside cowling just below the cockpit.
He reeled out some tether and snapped the end to his belt, released
himself from his seat-straps and climbed out, taking care not to lose his
grip or entangle himself.
     He gently pushed himself off - for a moment he felt he had done this
before. What a chilling feeling. The tether had to be played out
carefully. He drifted toward Serena's canopy. He opened a panel, grabbed
the handhold, and tried to look into the cockpit. The canopy was
completely frosted over.
     He attached the tether to her ship and hand-walked himself back to
his own. He engaged the winch and started reeling in, necessarily slow.
The tether was strong but the masses of the Vipers were great. He had to
be careful or the tether would break. And if he reeled too fast, the
ships would collide.
     As they closed, he locked in one of the connecting struts. The ships
were attached. He gently swung the ships around until he could attach the
second. He snapped it into place.
     As he completed the last hookup, he felt a creeping chill, an icy
cold foreboding sensation, and shuddered. He dared not look around, but
he had to. There was something about Serena's Viper, its brightness had
faded just a bit. He just knew something lurked there, behind him.
     He released one hand and slowly turned - and froze - it was a Cylon
war machine. Its weapons pointed directly at him.

* * *
CHAPTER FOURTEEN

     A Cylon Raider attack ship! Apollo would have screamed, if he could.
He could almost touch it. A Centurion's red eye oscillated in the
cockpit. He was helpless, paralyzed with fear. In the terrifying dream
back on Earth, he woke up screaming. It had been a harbinger of things to
come.
     Serena was in the dream, but where is she? This is no dream, it's
real. I can't wake up from this.
     Apollo wished with all his heart he could.
* * *
     Omega maneuvered Galactica alongside the Saturn Outpost. The shuttle
hid in the focus of a shepherd moon system in the outer rings. A better
concealment? Tigh couldn't imagine.
     Galactica hadn't been built for such delicate maneuvers, but Omega
had dodged Cylon mines on the way to Carillon. These weren't mines, but
they could destroy her, anyway.
     She had just completed the longest part of her shakedown cruise,
only half the planets but by far the greatest distance traveled. But as
the distance to Earth shortened, the sensors had to make up for the
distance traveled. If Cylons were out there, Galactica would have to pick
them up. There would be no second chance.
     The outposts could only serve three purposes: detect a Cylon
intrusion into the sector, send an early warning to Earth, and then try
to lead the Cylons off, away from Earth. Galactica was the only chance
his people had and Commander Tigh was determined not to let them down.
Galactica would make the best defense possible, if the need - when the
need - arose.
     Tigh counted on surprising the Cylons, not giving them any
forewarning. That's where the Vipers' new cloaking devices and the more
sensitive scanners came into play. But all bets were off if the Cylons
were to learn in advance that the humans were there. Apollo had better
take every precaution not to lead the Cylons to Earth. If they followed
him, the human race was doomed.
* * *
     A vibration - it was Apollo's helmet Council. It can't be. Cylon's
don't - but they do. They do communicate on warrior's frequencies. I've
heard them before.
    Then came the dreaded, terrifying electronic voice of a Centurion, DO
NOT MOVE.
     Thoughts raced through his mind. He can vaporize me any time he
wants. There's nothing I can do. What's he waiting for? He knows we are
human. Does he want prisoners? If I did have a handgun, I couldn't use it
without risking Serena. It's good the ships are no threat - lasers turned
away - no, there are no lasers, but they don't know that - we'd be
vaporized already.
     A terrifying thought, maybe they think I am trying to salvage
Serena's ship. Maybe they want to recover the Vipers. The modifications!
The Cloaking Device, the new engines, the more powerful communication
devices, and sensors? Any of those in Cylon hands could bring
annihilation to every human on Earth. - on Earth! What have I done? They
can find the way on the computer, my computer. I've signed their death
warrants.
     If I make a sudden move, they might vaporize the ships and the
secrets along with them - but Serena - she'd be destroyed - what can I
do? Apollo tenderly touched the skin of his Viper and said, "Goodby, old
friend."
     A hatch opened and the command came, THROW AWAY YOUR WEAPON.
     "I don't have a weapon." There was silence for what seemed an
eternity. Then, ENTER THE HATCHWAY.
     What? He took my word for it. He trusted me. What's going on?
     I'm a prisoner. I can't do a thing about it. Nearly out of oxygen -
I'm helpless. Apollo twisted toward his cockpit.
     STOP, came the command. Again the forceful, ENTER THE HATCHWAY.
     I don't have much time. I can comply, and look for an opportunity,
or make one. There's nothing more to lose. He hooked the end of the
tether to his belt and pushed off. Slowly he made his way to the
hatchway, and pulled himself through.
     DETACH YOUR TETHER.
     Apollo's heart pounded. We're totally cut off. How can I reach her?
But I have to comply. He detached his tether and let it go. The hatch
closed behind him.
     The Centurion turned the communicator off and turned another switch.
A hissing sound told him an atmosphere was developing. Why an atmosphere?
Cylons don't need it. Baltar's ship had an atmosphere to sustain him, but
other Cylon ships didn't have that capability. Is it poison gas?
     Then it dawned on him, the Cylon might have expected to take
prisoners. Well, they won't get anything out of me, I'll die first. But
Serena? If she's still alive, perhaps they'll revive her. I've got to try
to persuade them. What? That's curious - only one Centurion. But there
are always three. Maybe I have a chance.
     It's hard to breathe - oxygen running out - can't take off my gear -
but I must ... .
     The Centurion noticed, REMOVE YOUR BREATHING GEAR. THIS IS ONE
ATMOSPHERE, SUITABLE FOR HUMANS.
     The Cylon took the front seat and took the controls. This was
Apollo's chance. He jerked off his helmet and - something grabbed him
from behind and spun him around. Before he could say Jackie Robinson, he
was blanketed by a warm and vigorous hug. It wore a warrior uniform.
"Apollo!" They pushed each other to arms length. He staggered back. A
dream? But it's so real.
     "Starbuck!" - big as life!

* * *
CHAPTER FIFTEEN

     "Starbuck! You're dead - you're alive!" His mind reeled - the
android Boxie and Dillon destroyed, "You're android!"
     "I'm warm. Why would an android be warm? Oh, yes. To seem more
human. Wait - let's see. Remember when I was jailed in the Ambrosia
factory on Proteus after the pirate stole my ship? How could an android
know that? Oh, wait a micron, I know - here - prick my finger. You'll get
real human blood."
     "It's really you - you are Starbuck!"
     Starbuck hugged him and pulled back. "Apollo! We'll have to get the
hedge trimmers out. You bristle like a space-mine, triggers sticking out
all over. And your suit - you're a cocoon, ready to burst." With a broad
grin he took Apollo by the arm and dragged him forward. "Cy, let me
introduce you to my good friend, Apollo. Apollo, this is my copilot, Cy."
     Apollo jerked away.
     I'M VERY HAPPY TO MEET YOU, APOLLO. STARBUCK HAS TOLD ME SO MUCH
ABOUT YOU. SO MUCH HE TOLD ME ABOUT YOU, I THOUGHT YOU WERE ONE OF HIS
APPARITIONS. YOU KNOW, ONE OF THOSE FLAWS HUMANS HAVE.
     "Starbuck, you're with them? You've sold us out to the Cylons!"
     "You looked bewildered. No, Apollo, Cy is one of us. And as far as
I'm concerned, he's not with me and I'm not with him. We're together,
we're copilots - I see we have a lot of explaining to do."
     "Wait - Serena! Serena's in the Viper!"
     Starbuck turned serious. "She's not there. She's gone away - Cy,
It's time to go."
     "And leave the Vipers here? I'll bring them along."
     "No. We've spent too much time here already."
     "But Serena ... ."
     Starbuck touched his shoulder. "I told you, Serena's gone away."
     Cy gently turned the Cylon ship and eased it away; the exhaust would
not disturb the Vipers.
     Apollo had found Starbuck but lost Serena. He opened his mouth, but
Starbuck spoke first. "Serena's Viper is a trap. We've made good use of
it, floating out here. Your Viper will be part of it. That'll confuse the
Cylons, won't it, Cy?"
     IT CERTAINLY WILL. IT CONFUSES ME.
     "Cy?" Apollo finally picked up on the name. His face lit up. "You're
Starbuck's - you're Starbuck's Cy? Starbuck, he's the Cylon you
befriended on the Planet Starbuck, isn't he?"
     It was Starbuck's turn to be stunned, astounded that Apollo knew
that.
     Apollo excitedly continued. "Cy found Angela. He helped you build
the space craft with a Cylon engine and your Viper's escape pod. And he,
Angela and you were left on the planet together alone - no, not alone.
There were other Cylons ... ."
     Starbuck was decked, Apollo could see it. "Apollo! How could you
know that? You couldn't know that. Impossible - Angela! She told you!"
     "No, it wasn't Angela."
     "Then how ... ."
     "It was the newborn baby boy in the craft."
     "The escape pod got there. Then it was Angela. She must have left a
message in the pod."
     "No. Wrong again." It was good for Apollo to be relating something
he knew. The events made his head swim, but he enjoyed this. "Dr. Zee is
one of our best scientists. When he was a baby, he came to the fleet in a
space craft of sorts, made of a Cylon engine and a Viper escape pod. When
he was about twelve years old, he had a dream and told it to dad. It was
about a warrior named Starbuck on a Planet named Starbuck. I'm as amazed
as you are that the dream is true. But you, Cy and Angela were stranded -
where's Angela?"
     "After the craft left, Angela vanished. Just faded away before my
eyes. Cy said she disappeared as she had appeared. I thought, I must be
out of my mind. Then Cy was killed, and I was really alone!"
     "Cy killed? He's here. Or is he another Cy?"
     NO, Cy said, IT WAS I -  STARBUCK SAVED MY LIFE. Cy's tone of voice
said he resented that. Then there was admiration in his voice. TWICE.
     Starbuck interrupted. "Cy saved my life twice, too. First, he kept
us from freezing to death on that cold planet. I would have frozen, for
sure. Then a Raider came, following the homing signal from Cy's wrecked
ship, and, after the craft and Angela left, he saved my life again. He
killed two of the Centurions before the third killed him. But that gave
me the chance I needed. I dropped the third."
     THEN STARBUCK TOOK PARTS FROM THOSE CENTURIONS AND REBUILT ME. I'M
AS GOOD AS NEW.
     It was not till then that Apollo began to relax. "This is a mutual
admiration society, to be sure." He was sure. There was no need to fear
Cy. He and Starbuck were close, compatriots at heart. "But if you were
stranded, how did you get here?"
     Starbuck drew a quick breath. In rare seriousness, he said, "Did you
get there?"
     "Did I what?"
     "Did you find Earth?"
     "Yes - we did."
     Like a kid opening a surprise gift, Starbuck exclaimed, "Wonderful!"
     In all of the excitement, Apollo had not realized that Starbuck was
just as curious as he was. "We met the people. They're a lot like us. And
we have our own country. That'll take a lot more explain ... ."
     "Wonderful - Cassiopeia! How about Cassie? She is okay, isn't she?
How is she?"
     "She's well. She worries a lot about you."
     "She does?"
     "Yes. A lot."
     "Is she - is she ... ."
     "No. She believes you're still alive. She loves you very much."
     "Oh, Cassie!"
     "But, Starbuck, How did you get here?"
     WE APPROPRIATED THE CYLON'S RAIDER, OF COURSE. WE HAD TO GET AWAY IN
A HURRY. ANOTHER SHIP WAS CERTAIN TO COME IN SEARCH OF THE OTHERS.
     Apollo thought it amazing, Cy is thinking in terms of 'we' against
the Cylons, when he is one, himself. "Cy," it's weird, talking to a Cylon
as a friend, "Cy, did you know Starbuck and I once flew one of these,
together?"
     IT'S ASTONISHING THAT YOU SURVIVED.
     "Yes, we had a plan. At any point it could have failed."
     I DIDN'T MEAN THAT. I MEANT FLYING THE SHIP.
     "Starbuck, Cy has a sense of humor."
     THAT, TOO, I OWE TO STARBUCK.
     The moon grew in the scope of their vision. Starbuck explained. "We
hide and wait just out of sight. Cylon's sensors are unable to
distinguish us from the surface. We use the Viper as bait. The Cylons are
curious to see a lone Viper floating there in space." He chuckled. "She
was floating alone - and they want to see what information they can glean
from it. We wait till we are certain their entire attention is on the
Viper, and then we move in."
     "There's great advantage in attacking a Cylon ship with a Cylon
ship, I can see that. It's an ideal deception - but why would you attack?
I think the best thing you could have done would be find a habitable
planet to live on, or get enough food and fuel to go on. And you said
Serena went away. Her body isn't lying on the surface, is it? And who is
in that Viper, if Serena isn't. You have more explaining to do."
     HE CERTAINLY DOES.
     From his voice, Apollo was sure that Cy would be grinning broadly if
he could. He must have thought he had said something amusing.
     Cy steered the Raider toward a huge crater. Apollo began to make out
a huge shape looming there in the shadowy darkness, lurking amid strange
humps. The shape was familiar to him. "A Battlestar! But they all, except
for Galactica  - and Pegasus - were all destroyed at the 'peace
conference.'"
     As Cy dropped the Raider beneath the rim, lettering emerged out of
the gloom in the light of the maneuvering jets. "P E G A - Pegasus!"

* * *
CHAPTER SIXTEEN

     She appeared intact. "Starbuck! You found the wreckage of the
Pegasus - how?"
     "Let's land first, and then we'll talk about it."
     A wave of sadness swept over Apollo. He remembered the city in the
Terran colony, no physical damage, but devoid of life. A shell of what
was. All of her inhabitants perished. He had the same feeling then. To
think that so many people died there.
     Just before they descended into the landing bay, Apollo thought the
humps looked strangely like Cylon Raiders. Nothing else makes sense, he
mused, why not this?
     Apollo said, "These machines are really good."
     I DON'T CONSIDER MYSELF A MACHINE ANY MORE THAN YOU CONSIDER
YOURSELF ONE, THANK YOU.
     "I'm sorry, I meant your ship." I'm apologizing to a Cylon? How
strange.
     As the ship slid smoothly to a stop, strange sounds penetrated into
the interior from around the hatch. Apollo crouched and instinctively
reached for his laser - no laser - he had brought no weaponry. Cy
chortled and swung open the hatch. There must be survivors - A DECON
Chamber had been sealed against the ship. It must be deployed for
Starbuck. If he picked up a disease for which a crew has no immunity, it
could kill every human aboard.
     That nearly happened on board Galactica the time Boomer and Jolly
bypassed the DECON Chamber to get to a party. The risk is always too
great to bypass the procedure.
     They stepped into the chamber and sealed the exit hatch. Cy seemed
amused that he had to go through the procedure but doubtless knew that he
as well as Starbuck could have picked up a microbe or two from their
exposure to Apollo. He certainly did not want to expose any humans to a
disease.
     Apollo unfastened his flight suit and pulled it off. His battle suit
was soaked.
     A face appeared at the translucent porthole. In a barely audible
voice, he shouted, "They're not alone!"
     Starbuck watched his reaction. He laughed. "We're a bundle of
surprises. Come, Apollo," he said as he opened the chamber hatch, "let's
meet our admirers."
     IF IT MATTERS, Cy teased, I'M COMING TOO.
     Some had already gathered, some came running. It seemed the entire
Pegasus Complement was there. Apollo gasped. "What ..." Among the excited
waiting crewmen - were Cylons. And they seemed, as much as Cylons can
seem, just as eager as the humans to see who the visitor was. To greet
him - Apollo!
     An officer stepped out of the crew and peered into Apollo's beard.
"Apollo! It's you! I might have known. Welcome to the Pegasus!" He
grabbed him and gave him a big hug!
     "Commander Cain! Am I glad to see you - sir!"
     "I can well imagine," Commander Cain replied. He pushed Apollo back
to arms length. "Call me Cain, Apollo, everyone else does. We're very
informal here."
     "Aye, sir, Cain."
     Cain grinned. "That's better." Then excitedly, voicing what
evidently was on the minds of the entire complement, he asked, "Where's
the fleet?"
     Starbuck just as excitedly exclaimed, "They found Earth!"
     A roar went up and rolled to the back of the bay as the news spread.
Cylons included!
     Cain sensed what Apollo was thinking. "We'll explain when the time
comes. In the meantime let's meet the crew."
     Each crew member responded with a warm hug or handshake. There were
few faces he recognized.
     "When the crew learned that a Viper appeared from who knows where,
their excitement was electric," Cain said. "Imagine how we felt when we
hadn't seen another human being since the Great Battle. We hoped that
someone else survived, but we couldn't know."
     Apollo nodded, and said. "Sir, you'll be glad to know that your
daughter is safe and well."
     "Sheba's safe? Wonderful!"
     Apollo shouted, "There's something you all should know. Most of your
pilots survived the Great Battle, and are safe on Earth." A loud gasp
broke out throughout the bay, and then a roar as big as the first. Some
danced and leaped for joy.
     When Cain could make himself heard again, he said, "That's
tremendous, Apollo!" Then he amended Apollo's statement. "They were most
of our pilots, but not anymore. How I wish we had them, but in the
meantime, every able-bodied man here can handle our ships. That includes
the Cylons. We have a full complement of pilots."
     "Ships? What ships? Pilots without ships? What good are they?"
     "Apollo, let's go up to the bridge," Cain said. He waved an inviting
hand to Starbuck and Cy. "Come along and let me explain."
     Commander Cain had aged considerably since Apollo last saw him, but
that's to be expected; he must be 200, but just as vigorous as he used to
be, and engenders the same respect. His acute awareness and quick wit are
still there.
     They reached the lift, and as it started to rise, another cheer rose
with them.
     Cain grinned, "They're exuberant, aren't they? Apollo, you have
renewed their hope; we'll reach human civilization again. Moments ago
they didn't have that."
     Cain filled him in on the events from the Great Battle to the
present time.

COMMANDER CAIN'S STORY:
     After the battle, we desperately needed a safe haven to effect
repairs, a place where we couldn't be detected. We found this moon and
deemed it to be the safest available port. We shut down all equipment
that could emit detectable emissions. Only receiving  sensors were left
powered up.
     Since we lost our pilots and the wounded and nonessential personnel
evacuated to the fleet, we had rations for three years. We incurred
extensive damage. We had little fuel. With minimum demand, it would last
five years. If we had to use all of our engines, it wouldn't last long.
One energizer needed repair; the turrets could only operate a short time.
We had only three Vipers and two shuttles.
     Our sensors hadn't detected any activity. Nothing. We would stay
here to make repairs as long as we could.
     We had neither supply ship nor ground base to supply us. That hadn't
stopped us before, when we got our supplies from the Cylons and their
tankers. But our maintenance personnel were gone. They were considered
nonessential in the battle. The nonessential during the Great Battle,
became the most essential afterward. But we didn't have them.
     We made do with what we had. The construction and repair equipment
survived. I gathered all personnel who had any experience with it. Then
we filled in with those who had no experience, but saw the equipment
used.
     The men studied the manuals. If we'd had the personnel we sent to
the fleet, it might have taken six months, but it took us all of three
years. That's how valuable professional crews are. We worked around the
clock.
     Some worked on the defense and offense systems. They monitored for
intrusions into our sector. They maintained and renewed the equipment.
There was dry run training on manning and maintaining the guns and
turrets.
     The three Vipers that remained were inoperable during the Great
Battle. That was crucial. Had they been ready, they and their pilots
wouldn't be here; they would probably be on Earth right now. And we had
the two shuttle pilots. The five were put in charge of warrior training.
Although we only had the Vipers and two shuttles, we needed backup pilots
and personnel who knew the equipment and could keep them in repair. They,
too, were charged with studying the manuals, and going on from there.
     We met our three-year schedule with all repairs done. But, then food
supplies were critical. We needed to renew the supply before it became
impossible to do so.
     We stripped two Vipers to the minimum. We couldn't risk
communication, so we removed that equipment. There would be no armament.
They couldn't risk a fight. If they encountered Cylons, they would have
to retreat. Since they were stripped down and empty, they could escape.
     Two solar systems promised friendly environments. One Viper would
visit each system. A comet orbited one of the stars. That would be useful
in concealing our intrusion. The other system had no such feature. We had
to chance it.
     No other ships were in our sector, as far as we knew. There hadn't
been any, all the time we'd been there. The pilots carried minimum
supplies. Minimum everything. They were not to return if they encountered
Cylons, unless they could elude them. We were confident at least one
would.
     The ships launched. Our survival depended on at least one returning
with news of food and Tylium sources.
     Those were trying times. Weeks later one returned. One planet was a
good source of food; it was comparatively close. We called it
'Cornucopia.' But there was no Tylium. A ready source of Tylium is not
easy to come by.
     The second ship was our only hope, but we expected it to bring good
news. That pilot would need the extra time for further investigation.
     He found that a planet I call 'Fuelacopia' had a Tylium source. We
had two years and a half to prepare. The Vipers had little capacity to
carry back the amount of supplies we needed; we had to take the Pegasus.
And an intrusion into any system is a risk.
     As we completed the repair on Pegasus, we fitted the shuttles to
carry food. It was risky but our stores were low; we had to do it.
     The shuttle pilots received the same orders; if they were spotted,
don't come back unless they could elude them. The shuttles alternated
round trips. We've been eating fruit ever since. What a relief to have a
continual supply.
     One shuttle came across Serena's ship, and towed it to the crater,
and later, to the position Apollo found it. We did what we could with her
body. It's a wonder Apollo found her ship at all outside her flight path.
     Then one day we picked up on a bogy. It would come close. We were at
risk of discovery. As it came closer, we identified it. It was a Cylon
Raider.
     The bandit moved strangely - it tumbled. It passed, tumbling on the
same course and velocity. Hours later, another one passed; that one
spiraled by.
     The ships came from the Great Battle. They had tried to catch
Baltar's Base Ship and when they ran out of fuel, they drifted, helpless
to change their course or velocity. We thought we were well away from
their heading, but had not calculated the extent of the gravitational
pull of a star near their paths. They were sling-shot in our direction.
     The Raiders had lost all power. We decided we would try to capture
one, access its computer and learn more about where the Cylons were.
Pegasus would stay in the crater, and at the right moment, her Vipers
would try to approach it undetected.
     We couldn't do it. We thought their ships had exhausted their fuel,
but they kept a tiny reserve supply for just enough energy to keep the
Cylons and their sensors operating. They had no other supply; they
couldn't communicate. They could maneuver minimally, but without their
engines.
     But they could detect our Vipers. They saw that their ship was about
to be captured, initiated their self-destruct sequence, and blew
themselves up. We learned the hard way; the explosion took one of the
Vipers. We rescued the pilot, but the plan wouldn't work. Any other
attempts would be fruitless, and would risk detection, and we had only
two Vipers left in our defense force.
     We were trying to develop an alternate plan when another Raider
approached, operating smoothly under its own power. We didn't know what
to expect. It might not have run out of fuel yet, but it was more likely
that it was re supplied.
     It could have come from Baltar's Base Ship. Baltar could have had a
few ships left, the same as we did. If that were true, Baltar was near
and may have been trying to retrieve his Raiders. Even worse, Baltar
could have reequipped with a full complement, and that Raider was a
scout.
     Whatever, we had to believe its communicators were functional; we
couldn't afford to be detected. The ship would inform Baltar and the
entire Cylon Empire. If it did, we most likely would be destroyed. We
were practically  helpless.
     Then a curious thing happened. The Raider took a position in a small
crater nearby. It hid too. When the next Raider came tumbling by, the
first came out and pulled alongside. The first thing we knew, both ships
powered up. There must have been a transfer of fuel.
     But, when you might expect that the two would leave, they both
headed for the surface. Much to our dismay they steered for our crater.
Their hiding place was too small for both of them. They came in tandem,
the first ship took the lead. We would be discovered.
     We went to general quarters, but if there were to be a battle,
surely the empire would be informed. They headed for a spot near us as if
they hadn't seen us, then veered directly toward us.
     I held my breath, ready to give the command to fire when it
happened. If we were to fire, we were almost sure to have a Base Ship at
our doorstep before we could do anything about it. Lo and behold, the
lead ship started to waggle. It was Starbuck, but we thought he was
Cylon. I had never seen Cylons waggle before. I, myself, had used
waggling when we couldn't risk Council detection.
     The ships kept coming. I took the chance, the desperate, dreadful,
chance that he was friendly. There was no precedent for it, but I held my
fire. And it was a good thing I did.
     Starbuck took a similarly unreasonable chance. He trusted that we
would understand his intent by the signal and hold our fire. We both
gambled and won.
     He brought his ship into the landing bay. Cy followed close behind.
He had boarded the drifting Raider, deactivated its pilots before they
knew what was happening, and brought them in.
     That was the beginning of our defense squadron. We've been working
on it ever since.
     END OF STORY.
* * *
     Executive Officer Tolen called the bridge crew to attention as they
arrived. Cain threw his characteristic waving salute and each gave Apollo
a warm and vigorous hug.
     THEY NEVER HUGGED ME LIKE THAT, Cy said.
     Cain chuckled as he took his command chair. "You can imagine the
surprise and excitement that spread throughout the ship when Starbuck
disembarked. Everyone knew him by sight as a great warrior. Cy was 'a
horse of a different color.' Starbuck did a lot of fast talking when Cy
stepped down."
     WHAT IS A HORSE?
     "That's a figure of speech. Starbuck will explain, won't you
Starbuck?"
     "I'll have to. You painted me into a corner without a paddle."
     SO MUCH FOR MIXED METAPHORS.
     Cain grinned. "Apollo. You and Starbuck make a habit of surprise
appearances. Remember when I brought you back to Galactica before the
Great Battle?"
     "Yes, what a time that was! We were grateful for that."
     "And we were grateful to you two for that suicide strafing run
between the Base Ships. You two most certainly saved Pegasus and all our
lives. We wouldn't have survived."
     Cain sprang up from his chair and motioned Apollo to the windscreen.
"Look down. There are our ships. We have nearly a full complement now."
     "So they are indeed Cylon ships."
     "Yes. We are in the process of modifying our storage bays. Vipers we
can pigeonhole. Raiders we have to stack."
     Apollo slapped his forehead and said, "Commander, we need to get my
Viper aboard as soon as possible."
     "Why? It's doing very nicely as a decoy out there."
     "I have a few surprises, myself." He looked at Cy. "This whole
experience boggles my mind - Cy, a lot of things puzzle me, but you about
this? It's one thing for Cylons to be peaceful toward humans. That's
amazing enough. But to throw in with them to help defeat Cylons, that
boggles my mind."
     IT'S ALL STARBUCK'S FAULT, IT'S A MATTER OF FRIENDSHIP AND MUTUAL
DEPENDENCE AND DESTINY. I REALIZED ON THE EMPTY PLANET THAT STARBUCK WAS
NOT THE HUMAN WE WERE PROGRAMMED TO FEAR. WE KNEW NOTHING ABOUT CARING
FOR OTHERS. WE HAD NO IDEA, NO EMOTIONS.
     WE CARED ONLY FOR THE ULTIMATE TRIUMPH OF THE CYLON EMPIRE. WE WERE
NOTHING BUT COGS IN A WAR MACHINE. WHEN WE WORE OUT, WE WERE MELTED DOWN
FOR SCRAP. WE WERE MACHINES - WE HAD NO FRIENDS.
     "I  'knew' what a Cylon is like." Apollo said, "What changed all of
that?"
     STARBUCK DID THAT FOR ME. HE DEMONSTRATED THAT IT WAS LOVE AND
COMPANIONSHIP AND SERVICE, NOT POWER AND CONQUEST, THAT IS THE WORTHWHILE
GOAL IN THE UNIVERSE. AND SACRIFICE FOR FRIENDSHIP IS WORTH MORE THAN A
VICTORY AT ANY COST. STARBUCK TAUGHT ME THAT. WHAT I DO FOR ANOTHER
BECAUSE I CARE, IS BETTER THAN DOING IT FOR ANY BENEFIT IT BRINGS ME.
     Apollo smiled. "This is Starbuck we're talking about?"
     YES.
     "Go on."
     IT'S NOT JUST FOR ONE TO BE A FRIEND, TRUE FRIENDSHIP HAS TO BE PART
OF ONE'S IMMUTABLE BEING. A TRUE FRIENDSHIP IS NOT CONDITIONAL. TRUE
FRIENDSHIP IS UNCONDITIONAL.
     "True."
     STARBUCK IS JUST SUCH A FRIEND. BEFORE STARBUCK, I WAS A MACHINE,
MECHANICAL AND EMOTIONLESS. THAT'S WHAT CYLONS ARE PROGRAMMED TO BE. BUT
ON THAT COLD, EMPTY PLANET, STARBUCK SHOWED ME FEELINGS OF WARMTH AND
PLEASURE AND COMRADESHIP THAT I NEVER KNEW EXISTED. HE IS A TRUE FRIEND.
I WANTED THAT, AND I DIDN'T WANT IT TO END.
     WHAT A UNIVERSE IT WOULD BE IF EACH PERSON WERE A FRIEND AND HAD
FRIENDS LIKE STARBUCK, FRIENDS THAT HAVE RESPECT FOR OTHERS, AND IN
RETURN, ARE RESPECTED THEMSELVES.
     "That's a very lofty dream. Is it achievable?"
     CYLONS ARE MACHINES INTENT ON TAKING OVER THE UNIVERSE, AND, IN THE
PROCESS, DESTROYING THE ONLY GOOD THINGS IN IT. BUT IF STARBUCK COULD
CARE ENOUGH TO MAKE ME HIS FRIEND, AND HE DOES AND HAS, THEN I COULD MAKE
FRIENDS OF OTHER CYLONS. I DO CARE.
     "Amazing!" Apollo said, "You've done it!"'
     YES, IT WORKS. THE CYLONS ON PEGASUS ARE ALL WARM, TRUE FRIENDS WITH
EACH OTHER AND WITH HUMANS. WE REALIZED THAT WE HAD A BASIC FLAW IN OUR
PROGRAMMING. FORTUNATELY, OUR LEARNED PROGRAMMING CAN DOMINATE OUR BASIC
PROGRAMMING. THE OTHERS JOINED US BECAUSE THEY TOO REALIZED THAT THE
HUMANS WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG, AND WE WERE WRONG - APOLLO, WE CALL
OURSELVES 'CYMEN,' NOW. WE'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU CALL US THAT. WE
DISSOCIATE OURSELVES FROM CYLONS.
     To that, Apollo replied, "Amen. But Cylons are not unique in having
flaws. Sometimes it's very hard for humans to admit they are wrong."
     YES. BUT THEY DO FROM TIME TO TIME. CYLONS NEVER KNEW THEY WERE
WRONG, LET ALONE ADMIT IT.
     Cain chimed in, "How right you are. Now Cy will show you our
rehabilitation ward."
     Cy led the way to a compartment next to the life station. Through
the observation window, all they could see were Cylons.
     WHAT WE DO HERE PRIMARILY IS THE SAME THING THAT STARBUCK DID FOR
ME. FIRST THEY ARE ASKED WHAT THE PRIME OBJECTIVE IS. THEY REGURGITATE
THEIR PROGRAMMED GOAL: 'DESTRUCTION OF THE HUMANS AND CONQUEST OF THE
UNIVERSE.' THEN THEY ARE ASKED WHAT COMES AFTER THAT. NONE KNOW. THEY ARE
ASKED TO USE THEIR OWN REASONING POWERS ON QUESTIONS PITTING SACRIFICE
FOR FRIENDSHIP AGAINST POWER AND CONQUEST, EMPHASIZING THE WORTH,
UNIQUENESS, AND PERSONHOOD OF THE INDIVIDUAL. THEY ARE ALWAYS WON OVER TO
FRIENDSHIP.
     "Remarkable," Apollo said. "But, Cy, will this have a lasting effect
on the Cylon's prime objective?"
     ABSOLUTELY. THE ENTIRE CYLON POPULATION CAN BE CONVERTED. THERE IS A
ONE HUNDRED PERCENT SUCCESS RATE AND ONCE CYMEN HAVE A TASTE OF
FRIENDSHIP AND COMPASSION, THEY WILL NEVER GO BACK. THERE WILL BE PEACE.
     Commander Cain studied Apollo's face. "You look fatigued. The life
station is next door. I suggest a checkup."
     "I feel fine, but I am tired."
     Starbuck said, "Maybe all you need is a good night's sleep.
Commander, he can sleep in the bunk next to mine." 
     Apollo smiled, "One of these long moon-crater nights is all I need."
     Commander Cain tentatively agreed. "If you say so, but save your
conversations until you're rested?"
     "Right again, Cain, I am exhausted. I'll see you in the morning."
The checkup could wait. Apollo saluted and turned with Starbuck to leave.
     Cy said, I'LL LEAVE YOU NOW, as he entered the life station.
     Starbuck noticed a puzzled look on Apollo's face. "Cy has an
experiment in cybernetics. I'm sure he'll tell you about it when he's
ready."
     As the hatch closed behind them, Apollo said, "Cain is quite frail
... ."
     "Whoa," Starbuck whispered, "you had better not let him hear you say
that. He may not be able to do things as physically challenging as
before, but that doesn't prevent him from being the great and effective
commander that he always was. He puts in long hours, maybe more than he
did before. He just goes on and on. As Commander Tigh said, he truly is a
living legend."
     Starbuck showed Apollo the empty bunk next to his, and started for
the turboshower.
     "Starbuck, we do need to get my Viper aboard. It has some vitally
important properties. And it has information that would lead the Cylons
to Earth."
     Starbuck dropped his towel and dashed to the hatch. "I'll inform the
Commander."
     Apollo sat at the edge of the bunk. They'd talk in the morning. His
fatigue and the thought of losing Serena left him desolate. He doubted
that he would get any rest. He flopped down and straightaway plummeted
into a deep sleep.

* * *
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

     Commander Cain called for muster and sent Starbuck to rouse Apollo.
In moments, everyone assembled in the landing bay, except for the defense
crew.
     Cain clearly was pleased as he strode into their midst. They came to
attention and he waved them an at-ease.
     He took hold of Apollo's hand. "We brought the Vipers in last night
and took them in for maintenance."
     Apollo smiled. "Thank you, sir. Sir, I need to show you some things
about mine as soon as possible."
     "I'll be with you in a few minutes."
     He addressed the crew. "We are ready to make the break for
Fuelacopia. We barely have enough fuel left to get us there." He smiled.
"But, the hangar bays are ready for Raider stacking. The flight and gun
crews are fully trained. Our food stores are full. Let's bring the
Raiders aboard and go."
      The crew roared. They dashed to their duties. They knew every
detail of the operation and they knew that every moment counted. The
Cymen opened the landing bay, deployed a ramp and poured out onto the
crater's airless surface. They commenced pushing the Raiders aboard.
Every care was made to prevent any type of detectable emission.
     The Commander turned his attention to Apollo and Starbuck.
     "You know," Apollo said, "if I hadn't found Serena's Viper when I
did or I'd have missed you entirely." He shuddered to think what might
have happened had Pegasus already left. He mused, it's a good thing the
design for all Battlestars is the same; if it weren't, I could easily get
lost.
     He led the way to the repair bay where human mechanics worked on the
Vipers.
     Cain said, "We're in a hurry now, so we have humans working on
Vipers, and Cymen on Raiders - Apollo, what do you have?"
     "Just watch -  step back, sir." He climbed to the cockpit, leaned in
and flipped a switch, and in the low gravity of the moon, he floated back
down.
     Starbuck smiled, a little apprehensively. "What's it going to do,
Apollo, explode?"
     "Just watch." The Vipers began to fade.
     "Whoa," exclaimed Starbuck as surprise and wonder spread across his
face. "Angela disappeared just like that. How did you do it?"
     "Later, Starbuck, after you pick your jaw up off the deck. Suffice
it to say, I flipped a switch. Your pilots probably already told you,
Commander, that the engines are more powerful."
     "Yes. They said it seemed so."
     "One thing I can't demonstrate. The transmitter is more powerful,
and the receiver and sensors are more sensitive."
     Cain exclaimed. "I am impressed. Colonial technology continues to
astound me. It's no wonder you didn't want to take chances with it."
     The ship completely vanished. Starbuck and Cain watched in wonder as
Apollo seemingly levitated himself, climbing to turn off the device.
     "Apollo," Cain said, "we can certainly use that. I only wish we had
it on all of our ships - listen, I have to tend to other concerns now -
Starbuck, see that Apollo gets cleaned up and I'll see you tomorrow."
     "Aye, sir!"
     Apollo had forgotten that he still wore his battle suit, and he was
unshaven and unwashed.
     The ground crew distributed some of Pegasus's scant fuel supply
equally among the Raiders. 'Barely enough' fuel, as Commander Cain put
it, meant just enough for a fifteen minute defense of the ship.
     There was just enough time to reach the 'Cover Comet.' Cain expected
a reasonably safe passage, but all precautions were made anyway. He
wasn't about to take chances.
* * *
     At the approach to the Jupiter Outpost, Tigh convinced himself he
wouldn't see Apollo again. It was a sad thought, but he had to be
realistic. Someone had to be. Sheba, Cassiopeia, Boxie, and for that
matter the rest of the crew seemed to be in the grasp of an unrealistic
expectation that Apollo would return. But Tigh knew there wasn't any hope
anymore. They had gambled and lost.
     Mars was the next stop after Jupiter. The inner planets would have
to wait until they put in to Earth to refuel.
     Tigh wondered what kind of music he would face there on Earth. He
would have a case had Apollo returned, a good case, he thought. The new
equipment tests would impress the Defense Council. He had outsmarted Sire
Orion, to be sure. Perhaps he could put off any confrontation until his
return from the inner planets.
     Tigh became more concerned with Apollo's penetration of space in the
direction of the Cylon threat, and Galactica's activity in that
direction. The Cylons might be coming to investigate. He put his most
experienced men on scanner monitoring and maintenance.
* * *
     Every trace of Pegasus was removed from the crater. No one would
know she had been there. It was a simple matter to lift off, just a
matter of activating the maneuvering jets. Finally, after five years,
Pegasus was off.
     Apollo cheered along with the crew. For all practical purposes they
had been imprisoned - oh, the moon had served them well, but it was time
to say farewell and move on. The same could be said about Cornucopia.
     They had so desperately dreamed they would reach Earth, but there
was little hope until Apollo showed up. An aura of excitement and hope
enveloped everything and everyone.
     As Pegasus eased into the comet's orbit, Cain toured the ship. He
visited each station, encouraging every crewman, Cylon and human, man and
woman. He had a knack to inspire; the ideal example of courage,
confidence, and hope.
     Apollo's admiring glance didn't escape Cain's notice. "Apollo, our
crew is a great complement to each other. Each member knows that our
survival may depend entirely on him at any time. So everyone gives his
all. The crew practically leads itself."
     No wonder he's such a leader, so inspiring. That, along with his
tactical wizardry. That's just how dad described him. "Cain, you're as
great a leader as my dad."
     "Thank you, Apollo. I'll treasure that - how is that old Padaka?"
     "He went away shortly after we reached Earth."
     "Oh, I'm so sorry."
     "I think he was happy, but he still carried a burden for all of the
Colonials."
     That brought them to the Bridge. The staff glowed with anticipation.
Tolen reported, "The comet is abeam to starboard." There it was through
the lateral starboard porthole, streaming its long concealing wake.
     Starbuck said, "It's a shame to pass this up, remember, we dreamed
of deep space exploration."
     Apollo nodded. "It looks like we may never be able to. We're not as
young as we used to be and the Cylons are still out there, determined to
exterminate us. We can't take that kind of chance."
     YOU APPEAR TO HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT WE CYMEN ARE GOING TO CONVERT
EVERY LAST CYLON.
     "Sorry, Cy." Hope he didn't detect any skepticism.
     I FORGIVE YOU - APOLLO - YOU ACTUALLY LOOK HUMAN WITHOUT THAT
OUTCROPPING.
     Apollo grinned.
     "Men," Cain said, "better get some rest, go on and turn in - Cy -
you can go get a charge. "
     "You need some yourself," Starbuck said.
     "A charge? Perhaps. Don't worry, I'll get by."
     As the hatch closed behind them, Apollo asked, "Does Cain ever
sleep?"
     "Once in a blue moon, Apollo."
     Cy chuckled. HUMANS' EXPRESSIONS ARE SO ENTERTAINING, EVEN IF
THEY'RE NOT INFORMATIVE.
     Apollo's head hit the pillow, the last thing he remembered.

* * *
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

     "Hey Old Buddy," Starbuck said, "hit the deck! We're in synchronous
orbit above the landing site. Cain wants us on the Bridge."
     He told Apollo all that happened while he was asleep; work crews had
shuttled to Cornucopia's surface. Cain waved them in. Cy and Tolen
studied the scanner.
     Cain: "We're especially vulnerable now. Our fuel is on empty. We
have only one energizer on board to keep the weapons going. We need the
other for the mining operation.
     "Our Raiders have only fifteen minutes of fuel. We must be
especially careful. Although we have not seen any evidence of Cylons,
they could be just out of sensor range.
     "Apollo, tell me more about your cloaking device. Your demonstration
was very impressive. How does it work?"
     "I'm not sure," Apollo said, "Dr. Zee said it generates an aura of
color that is outside the humans' visual range of sight. We only had a
couple of occasions to use it. We didn't want the natives of Earth to
know about it; they were already disturbed by our presence."
     He continued. "Cloaking takes a lot of energy. We can only keep a
Viper cloaked about three hours. We have yet to discover if Cylons can
see it. I wouldn't even try it on Pegasus. Something her size might fade
slightly, hardly perceptibly - not worth the trouble."
     Cain's voice was urgent. "Take Cy down to your Viper and cloak it.
Let's find out if he can see it. If he can't, we may have occasion to use
it sooner than you think."
     "Let's go, Cy."
* * *
     The surface complement worked at a feverish pace. They knew well
their extreme vulnerability. They made the best use of their time, but
they took the utmost care, too. Each human wore a life mask.
     They knew about Carillon, the planet that exploded from the Tylium
fire. There were several dangerous steps in the process.
     The first was in the breakup of the ore. The crew found a depression
in the deposit and constructed a crude hearth. They placed loose Tylium
ore inside, and initiated a controlled bake. The carbide gases driven off
displaced oxygen and inhibited combustion.
     They fired a laser cannon set on minimum power into the floor of the
depression, and the power increased until the floor broke up. Then they
reset the cannon to emit a controlled heat, just enough to liquefy the
Tylium, not enough to ignite it. The liquid Tylium was pumped into the
shuttles. As the depression deepened and widened, larger amounts of
Tylium could be extracted at one time.
     The Tylium was pure enough - they hoped.
* * *
     Apollo gently touched his Viper. "Hello, old friend, glad to see
you."
     TALKING TO MACHINES, APOLLO?
     Apollo grinned. The Viper had been his home for the long trip. He
climbed up and threw the switch. Then he climbed down and stepped back
beside Cy. His pulse rate rose. This might be important to the survival
of Pegasus. He hoped with all his being that Cy could not see her when
fully cloaked.
     IT'S FADING! IT'S FADING!
     It faded from Apollo's view. Here was the moment. "Well, Cy?"
     IT'S BARELY VISIBLE. MAKE IT DISAPPEAR.
     Apollo choked. "I can't see it at all." His eyes misted, his vision
blurred. "That's all there is."
     STARBUCK HAD TO DO A LOT OF REPAIR ON ME. THERE'S RO, LET'S ASK HIM.
RO, COME.
     HOW CAN I HELP YOU?
     LOOK OVER THERE.
     Ro looked for a moment. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SEE?
     LOOK CLOSELY.
     WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? IT'S A VIPER. BUT I CAN BARELY MAKE IT OUT. I
WOULDN'T HAVE SEEN IT IF YOU HADN'T ASKED.
     YOU COULD HAVE BUMPED INTO IT - APOLLO - COULDN'T HE?
     "Yes, he could." He dabbed his eyes. "Well, that's something. Let's
go back to the bridge. Thank you, Ro."
     DON'T MENTION IT.
     HE ALREADY DID. APOLLO, DON'T BE TOO DISAPPOINTED, I'M CERTAIN WE
CAN USE IT TO OUR ADVANTAGE, IF NEED BE.
     "Cy, how did you know that was Ro? You all look alike to me."
     IT ISN'T THAT WAY WITH ME, HUMANS ALL LOOKED DIFFERENT. CYMEN REGARD
ALL HUMANS AS DIFFERENT, NOT ONLY IN APPEARANCE, BUT IN OTHER WAYS TOO.
ABILITIES, ENDURANCE AND INTELLIGENCE ARE DIFFERENT. THEY HAVE WHAT YOU
CALL DIFFERENT PERSONALITIES.
     WE WANTED THAT, AND DECIDED WE WOULD MAKE OURSELVES DISTINGUISHABLE
FROM ONE ANOTHER. EACH WOULD HAVE DISTINCTIVE MARKS. MINE I HAD ALREADY,
THIS DENT OVER MY EYE.
    When they stepped from the passageway through the hatch into the
Bridge, Commander Cain called their attention to the scanner. "Look at
the screen. There. See that?"
     "It's a bogy!"
     From time to time a spot at the edge appeared and disappeared. "If
I'm not mistaken," Cain exclaimed, "that's a Cylon Base Ship!"

* * *
CHAPTER NINETEEN

     Apollo's heart sank. "I'm sure of it; that's its unique signature.
What'll we do?"
     "We couldn't be more vulnerable, men on the surface, practically no
fuel, and only one energizer. We couldn't sustain a fight; we'd run out
of fuel, and our weapons would fail. Cy, what did you see down there?"
     RO AND I BARELY SAW IT AND RO DIDN'T SEE IT AT ALL UNTIL I ASKED HIM
TO LOOK CLOSER.
     "Apollo, could you land in that ship with your Viper cloaked?" Cain
knew that Apollo and Starbuck had landed Baltar's Raider on a Base Ship
before, not with a cloaked Viper. "Could you get aboard and destroy its
sensor nerve center? Do you think you could get away with it?"
     Apollo never thought he'd be asked to do that again. It was a very
risky plan. The cloaking device had not been sufficiently tested since it
was installed back on Earth. He thought a moment, and said, "I think I
can do better than that." He had little confidence that the device could
effectively cloak two Vipers coupled together, but he would risk it. He
said, "We can couple my ship with Serena's, load hers with Solenite, fly
them into the Base Ship's landing bay - you get the idea?"
     "Yes!"
     THAT SOUNDS LIKE A VERY GOOD IDEA. After a moment, Cy added, I HAVE
AN EVEN BETTER IDEA. I'LL GO IN WITH YOU AND WHILE YOU'RE ARMING THE
BOMB, I'LL ACCESS THE CENTRAL COMPUTER SYSTEM. WE MAY BE ABLE TO RETRIEVE
SOME VALUABLE INFORMATION FROM THEIR DATA BASE. I MAY EVEN BE ABLE TO
COPY THAT INFORMATION AND BRING IT BACK.
     "There's one problem with that. You won't fit into a Viper. You'd
have to go in a Raider, and the cloaking device can't hide you."
     I KNOW. BUT THEY PROBABLY WOULD NOT BE CONCERNED ABOUT A SINGLE
RAIDER. TWO -  POSSIBLY. THEY MUST HAVE SEVERAL IN THE VICINITY, OUT OF
OUR SENSOR RANGE. AND THEY CAN'T RISK COMMUNICATING BETWEEN SHIPS. THEY
MAY JUST THINK MY SHIP IS ONE OF THEIRS.
     Cain said, "You know, I'll wager they already knew we were coming
here. They probably need a source of Tylium in this sector, saw our Viper
searching this system and most likely was looking for it, ourselves. No
doubt they guessed that the Viper came from a Battlestar, and laid a
trap. From their observation, they probably believe we only have a few
Vipers. No doubt they are waiting until they know we have found the best
Tylium source before they attack."
     "And," Apollo said, "they can't risk losing it by attacking us on
the surface, they'd remember Carillon."
     "Yes. They'd have to wait until we are all aboard Pegasus."
     "Tolen, see that at least one shuttle stays on the surface until we
have a chance to try this plan. Bring the energizer up and install it."
     "Aye, sir."
     "Apollo, direct the reattachment of Serena's ship to yours, and see
that your ship is rigged for a copilot. Starbuck, see that the Solenite
is loaded aboard Serena's ship, and a timing device installed. Cy, take
Ro as your copilot, and ready your ship."
     Apollo thought, that's what makes a great commander, informed,
decisive, bold. Everything he heard about Cain was again affirmed.
* * *
     Subtle shades of red and brown, swirling and mixing, enchanted Sheba
and Cassiopeia. A dust storm down on Mars kicked up a kaleidoscope of
color as Galactica pulled away. As of one mind, they thought how much
better it would be if the someone they loved could share it with them.
     Seeing Brie and Deitra was always a vibrant and upbeat and uplifting
experience, but, deep inside, Sheba and Cassiopeia had that perpetual
hollow, empty feeling.
     Soon they would be back on Earth and see the friends they left
behind. The only real family either of them had was Apollo's, their
extended family. But Apollo and Starbuck would not be there. It would be
a bittersweet visit.
     They hadn't spoken much to each other: they had learned that, sooner
or later the conversation would come around to Apollo, Starbuck or Cain,
and the hurt would return. Not speaking - that was a poor alternative.
They needed support and were the best ones to provide it. But at the
moment, it was the best they could do, just to be there for each other.
It seemed at the moment enough to believe that Starbuck and Cain and
Apollo were alive, and to know that they both believed.
* * *
     The crew fueled Cy's Raider and Apollo's Viper to the brim; they had
to follow a roundabout course to the Base Ship to avoid suspicion.
Starbuck and Apollo planned together how to arm the bomb, and how they
would detach the Vipers.
     With Cy and Ro they discussed their plans for getting aboard the
Base Ship, carrying out their tasks, and getting away. The teams were
independent in their goals, but had to coordinate their movements. This
was very important. Should the Cylons discover one team before the other
had a chance to finish, the results could be disastrous for them both,
and for Pegasus.
     The strike teams and ships were ready to go. Cain said, "We don't
have a moment to lose, every second counts. We will be defenseless prey
if the Cylons attack before we can destroy them.
     "Since you won't be able to communicate, we won't know when you
succeed, or if you do, even if we see an explosion. So, when we see an
explosion, we'll launch every Raider. If we don't, we'll leave at my
discretion. If the Base Ship is still there, it could be a toe-to-toe
slugging match to the finish. But you know that.
     "At any rate, I'll expect to see you all back here, ready to
celebrate. Let's get this over with. May the blessings of the Lord of
Kobol go with you."
     Apollo knew the explosion could occur before they landed, after the
Raiders launched, or not at all. Whichever way, there was little chance
that the strike crews would survive.
     He speculated as they climbed into their ship, what an amazing
relationship Cain and Starbuck have. Wonder if it'll hold up if and when
they get back to Earth and Cassiopeia.
     Starbuck took the copilot's seat. Apollo did the cockpit preflight
check and started the engines. He shook his head.
     Starbuck noticed. "What's wrong?"
     "I was so occupied with our mission, I don't know if we did the
preflight checks. Did you notice?"
     Starbuck chuckled, "I noticed. You did. I'll tell you a secret. I
occasionally do the same thing, and I always come back in one piece.
Don't worry. We'll come back from this one, too."
     "Sheba was right, you are an incurable optimist."
     "Yep."
     Apollo waved to Cy. "Let's go." Cy hoisted a thumbs up.
     Apollo mused. "I can't be sure but I think the Vipers will stay
cloaked about three hours. It'll take about two to get aboard. That
leaves one hour. That ought to be enough, if there are no delays."
     Starbuck chuckled again. "That's what I like, living on the edge."
     Apollo threw the cloaking switch. As the Vipers faded, Cy eased his
Raider out of the landing bay. There was no reason to risk a collision
with a hard-to-see Viper. Cy would go first.
     He would also land on the Base Ship first, and select a spot leaving
just enough room to park the Vipers. That way, no pilot could try to park
his Raider and run into them, cloaked as they would be. They had to trust
that they wouldn't get blocked in so they could leave when they needed
to. He'd try to see that they couldn't be. They would have to risk it and
deal with - whatever.
     Cy took a roundabout route. He'd fly laterally out of Base Ship
sensor range first.  He must not be seen coming from the direction of
Fuelacopia. No Cylon ship would be there. Any Raider in that area would
be suspect, so any coming from that direction would be met by an armed
squad of Centurions as it landed.
     Apollo stayed close behind, both to conceal the Vipers' presence by
the contrast in visibility, and to make sure he could park beside Cy's
ship. He hoped the Cylons weren't scanning them.
* * *
     Jolly was Boxie's wingman this time. He made a practice of flying on
patrol with each of his new pilots. 
     Boxie knew this patrol was more a training mission than a probe. For
all patrols, the Vipers were to be kept cloaked. The stories his dad told
him about his experiences on deep patrol were so absorbing that he asked
him to tell them again and again. He thought his own patrols would be
just as interesting and exciting.
     He was wrong. When his dad and Starbuck and Boomer were on patrol,
they saw each other and maintained their formation by sight. It must have
been comforting to see his wingman whenever he cared to look. They flew a
few feet from each other and saw their expressions. With short distance
communication they could really enjoy the camaraderie, the romance of the
patrol.
     Cloaked, it was entirely different. In order to avoid accidental
collisions, they flew at least a half mile apart. They didn't know
exactly where the other was. It was like instrument-flying in a
zero-visibility atmosphere. Boxie wondered what it would be like in an
attack phalanx, with dozens of cloaked Vipers in formation, watching the
control panels to avoid collisions, and at the same time keeping their
eyes on their targets.
     He would find out if it were possible for a whole phalanx of cloaked
Vipers to be flown by computer. That would avoid the possibility of
collision, and free the pilots to concentrate on the targets. He would
ask.
     No. The patrols were not like his dad's. They were more like the
Earth game of Pin the Tail on the Donkey - blindfolded, one person trying
to maintain a perspective, a mental picture of the situation, and trying
to reach an unseen goal.
     Yes, Boxie was visually isolated from everyone else, like being
alone in the universe. But his dad was truly alone, no wingman, cloaked
or not. Here, Jolly was only a mile away, at most.
* * *
     The first hour went quickly, what with watching for intruders and
monitoring the sensor gauges. They had some time. "Starbuck." 
     Starbuck laughed. "I'm here, Apollo, right where you left me."
     "We have a little time."
     "Okay - Cassie once told me that my Viper was somehow beautiful,
that it is the perfect machine, born to dance among the stars. I agreed.
What a romantic."
     "Starbuck, I agree with Cassie, too. I really got attached to this
one. I came to trust my Viper completely. She did everything, and more,
than she was designed to do. She's like a good, true friend. She'll do
whatever we ask of her. Cassie was right."
     "Tell me about Cassie."
     "Glad to. It's Dr. Cassiopeia now. She is a full-fledged professor
at the Academy, in charge of the Military Medicine Department. And she's
doing great."
     Apollo had to stay alert. He had to stay close to Cy's ship and
watch his scanner for any possible contact with Cylons. Starbuck searched
the skies for intruders.
     "Starbuck ..." No answer. "... Starbuck, your silence is booming.
What's wrong?"
     "Cassie sounds like a cultured lady, a lady who has little time for
a humble warrior like me. What would she want with me? All I know is
fighting. What kind of future could there be for us?"
     "No need to worry, believe me. She loves you deeply. And she grieves
for you. I guess I shouldn't tell you, but I've talked with her many
times since you were lost. Every time, I knew she longed for you. She
cries when she talks about you - and besides that you're not that
repulsive."
     "Thanks a lot," He grinned. "I'm sure that you're not so repulsive
to women, either."
     "Thanks." Apollo paused. "Talking about Cassie reminds me of the
great times we had together, you two and Serena and me. It's still
difficult to talk about Serena now, but I have to ask, how did she look
when you found her?"
     "Apollo. There's another Raider!"
     "Uh oh. Easy does it. Nice and easy. Look, Cy's pulling up alongside
it. Starbuck. There's the Base Ship. We're going in."
     "I see it, and Fuelacopia beyond. Cy's gotten us this far. There are
no other Raiders around. Oh no, Cy's going ahead. They're going to see
us."
     "Oh, now I get it." Apollo relaxed, as much as he could in such a
situation. "I get it, Cy wants us in between them. We would be less
likely to be detected by Base Ship sensors. Guess he must think, if the
pilots of that other Raider see us, we'd be better off to learn it right
now. But if Serena's ship gets a hit, It'll take us all."
     "Look on the bright side, Apollo, if Serena's ship and the rest of
us go up early, Pegasus will get the message sooner. And if we get in
close we may take the Base Ship with us."
     "You're so encouraging. Pray that doesn't happen. I'll stay low.
We'll be under their noses and maybe they won't see us."
* * *
     "Commander," Tolen said, "The crew's excited to see some real action
after all this time."
     Communication Officer Rashi reported. "Commander, the crew on the
ground just signaled. The shuttles are loaded and ready to launch."
     "That was quick; they brought the energizer aboard and got back down
in time to get loaded. Good. Signal that one shuttle is to stay put. We
want the Cylons to think we're still busy on the surface. We can't give
them any reason to attack."
     Rashi flashed the signal.
     "The strike team must be just about there now. Let's give them the
best chance possible. Tolen, if we were to launch a single Viper in their
direction now, they might just focus their attention on it and stay quiet
for a while to see what it does. It wouldn't pay them to destroy one
Viper and alert us to their presence. That should give our strike team a
better chance, do you agree?"
     Tolen nodded. "Aye, sir, I do."
     "Make it so. Instruct the pilot, and get him launched as soon as
possible. Tell him to take his time and not go too far."
     "Aye, sir."
* * *
     Apollo concentrated ahead. "Starbuck, Cy's making his approach."
     Starbuck laughed and shouted, "This is it - this is it - I've always
wanted to say that. They say it on the entertainment channel in a
situation like this."
     "I doubt if they were ever in a situation as desperate as this."
     "You're right. But don't you think that I might become an
entertainer?"
     "No."
     "Just listen to this, - 'this is it,' - what do you think?"
     "I don't think so - Starbuck, here we go." Apollo eased into the
final turn.
     Starbuck looked into his aft-view. "Apollo, there's another ship
coming in. It's a Command Attack Ship."
     "Good. They'll be busier and less likely to notice us."
     "Right. And, if we succeed, there'll be fewer Raiders to mop up."
     Cy followed the first Cylon ship into the landing bay.
     Apollo steered low to keep out of the view of the Raider behind
them. They slowed, approaching the landing bay portal.
     "Apollo, remember, we are carrying Serena's ship. That's dead
weight. You'll have to pull up more sharply."
     "You're right." He jerked back on the stick. The top of the portal
loomed ahead. He jammed the stick forward and swooped in.
     "Touch down."
     "Where's Cy ... ."
     "Pull left."
     "Starbuck, in times like this I wish you were the pilot."
     "You did great. You barely missed the bottom, too."
     "Whoa!"
     "Apollo, it's dark in here."
     "Good. It'll be harder to see us. Let's make the best of it."
     Cy turned his ship into launch position.
     Apollo followed Cy's lead and parked between his ship and the
bulkhead. Cy handled his ship marvelously, Apollo thought. As well as
anyone can.
     Cy gave Apollo time to park before he powered down. That would cover
the sound of his engines.
     Starbuck said, "We're stopped, let's go."
     "Right," Apollo said, as he cut power. "We don't have time to waste.
We must be ready when Cy and Ro get back - be careful."
     The Cymen's engines wound down.
     Starbuck raised the canopy and climbed out, clinging closely to the
fuselage in order to stay inside the cloaking aura.
     Apollo followed closely, bearing the uncoupling wrenches, careful to
keep them from striking something and making noise. Cy and Ro had already
left their ship and headed for the hatch to the central core and the
control center at the bottom. He shaped the words 'good luck' with his
mouth, and waved. Ro waved.
     "He saw me!"
     "Shhhh - maybe not," Starbuck answered, "he counted on us being
here."
     "I hope you're right. Hope no Cylon saw him - we can't let that slow
us down. Let's get uncoupled."
     "Tools make noise, be careful."
     "Very careful."
     Starbuck wondered in a whisper if any Cylons were within earshot
when he saw a shape in the darkness ahead. "The Command Attack Ship. It
boxed us in. We're trapped!"
     They flattened themselves against Serena's Viper. If the Cylons saw
them, it would be the end of them all.
* * *
     Boomer, Sheba, and Cassiopeia climbed to the Celestial Dome as if
they were drawn there; a place where they wouldn't be interrupted, a
place where they could open up and share their feelings. At least it
seemed that it was the best place to be at the moment.
     It wouldn't be long before they would arrive at Earth, and though
her mission officially was a shakedown cruise, the real mission had
failed. Apollo had set out to rescue Serena and was lost himself.
     They peered into Alpha Sector. This time, the Dome seemed an
especially isolated and lonely place. They had come to the Dome for the
comfort of each other's companionship, wanting to share ... .
     Boomer broke the silence. "It's so peaceful out there."
     Sheba nodded, "And so majestic - Cassie. You're troubled."
     Cassie didn't seem to hear. She just stood, staring out into space,
into Alpha Sector. Then, almost imperceptibly, she whispered. "I love
you, Starbuck - I love you."
* * *
     Starbuck's face went blank, his eyes fixed on something a million
miles away, and whispered, "Cassie - Cassie."
     "Starbuck, set the timer, but be careful."
     "Apollo, we're gonna make it. I just know it." He opened Serena's
canopy and set the timer.
     The Command Ship hatch opened. Apollo leveled his pistol at the
hatchway. "There are only two. No Commander. They may be testing the
ship."Then it dawned on him. "Ro didn't wave at us, he saluted those
pilots."
     The two Cylon crews met midway between their ships.
     Apollo whispered. "They're comparing notes. We can't wait. They may
be there a long time. Let's get started."
     They took their wrenches to the first coupling bolt as quietly as
they could, and started loosening.
* * *
     Cy and Ro opened the hatch. A First Centurion climbed the ladder
toward them. They stepped back. He climbed out and looked straight at
them. They stood at attention. The Centurion paused, then said, AS SOON
AS YOU FINISH YOUR TASKS, GO TO THE SHOP AND GET THOSE DENTS POUNDED OUT.
     BY YOUR COMMAND.
     As the Centurion left, Cy climbed through the hatch and started
descending. Ro climbed through and closed the hatch. He looked down to
the bottom. Seeing that the guard had gone, he let out a gasp. WHEW, THAT
WAS CLOSE.
     RO, YOU SOUND ALMOST HUMAN.
     THANK YOU. THAT MEANS A LOT.
     I KNOW - BUT IT'S A GOOD THING YOU DIDN'T GASP IN FRONT OF THAT
CENTURION.
     I KNOW.
     IF HE THINKS I'M GOING TO HAVE MY DENT POUNDED OUT, HE HAS ANOTHER
THINK COMING. IT'S A SYMBOL OF MY FREEDOM FROM THE MACHINE WORLD.
     I AGREE.
     They paused at the bottom of the core to enter the Control Center.
Centurions!
* * *
     Trouble. The bolts are too tight. Apollo thought, the gravity is
much stronger here, it's binding the bolts. We're doing as much as we can
without making noise. What else can we do? Just then, a loud clank. They
froze. "Starbuck, what was that?"
     "I don't know. I thought you did it."
     Another clank, as loud as the first. The pilots didn't bother to
look.
     Apollo whispered, "It must be a common occurrence - the machine shop
- it must be just the other side of the bulkhead. What a break. I'll hold
my wrench; rap it with yours. Make it sound like one of those clanks."
     "You've got to be kidding."
     It sounded like an explosion. They crowded close to the ship. The
pilots looked up from their chart. One faced the Vipers. He cocked his
head, paused, then said something. The others nodded and looked back at
the chart.
     "Whew ... ." Apollo touched his forehead to his sleeve. "Careful.
The bolt's loose. Let's wait for another clank, if it doesn't take too
long."
     "Okay, but we need to be ready when Cy and Ro return."
     "If they get back."
     "Oh, they'll get back, I know they will."
* * *
     There were four Centurions. COME, Cy said, WE CAN'T WAIT. WE'LL JUST
HAVE TO RISK IT. Three operated equipment. WHERE IS THE GUARD? The fourth
one froze.
     GET TO YOUR POST.
     BY YOUR COMMAND. He marched to the bottom of the core.
     It might be easier than I thought. RO, BEGIN THE BACKUP.
     BY YOUR COMMAND.
     FROM NOW ON WE KEEP A COMPLETE BACKUP OF OUR DATABASE UP IN THE
BRIDGE.
     One of the Centurions said, BY WHOSE COMMAND?
     Cy thought, what am I going to say? I don't know any of the names of
their I l series, or the name of the commander. I'll have to take a
chance. BALTAR. HIS ORDERS APPLY TO ALL OF HIS SHIPS. DEFIANCE OF HIS
ORDERS MEANS IMMEDIATE RECYCLING. UNDERSTAND?
     The reply came immediately and unanimously. ROGER, UNDERSTOOD. MAY I
HELP?
     YOU MAY BY STANDING BACK. THIS WILL TAKE A FEW MICRONS.
     Ro plugged Cy into the central computer and started downloading.
* * *
     Apollo positioned the wrench on the next bolt. "Hit it."
     This time the pilots didn't look up. Apollo removed it. "There's
just one more." His ship would be free, just resting on the couplings.
     He positioned the wrench on the last bolt. Starbuck gave it a hit.
The bolt didn't budge. It was jammed.
     Apollo exclaimed, "The weight of the entire ship must be on the
bolt."
     "And it twisted when we took the last one out."
     A harder hit had the same result. It would not break loose.
     "Starbuck, we don't have any cutting tools, and we're running out of
time. We're sitting on a bomb that will destroy everything here. We'll be
a blinding flash in the eyes of Pegasus."

* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY

     Apollo whispered a prayer as he watched the pilots. Starbuck gazed
at the overhead, then nodded and climbed to the cockpit of Apollo's
Viper.
     The pilots picked up their charts and headed toward the central
core. That can spell trouble for Cy and Ro, Apollo thought. "What are you
doing, Starbuck? We can't rely on the bolt breaking when we fly off. We
could set off the bomb."
     "We may have to take that chance, but let's try this first."
Starbuck brought the fire extinguisher down. "Here, Apollo. Discharge
this on the bolt. Empty it completely. That should make it brittle. When
the charge runs out, I'll hit the bolt hard as I can."
     Apollo caught on as soon as he saw the extinguisher. "That's a great
idea. We'll do it, but it's the last thing we need to do before takeoff.
We'll risk detection from the sound. Let's wait till Cy and Ro come out
of the hatch."
     Starbuck nodded, and in a worried voice said, "The Command ship's
still in the way."
     The pilots stood at the hatch.
* * *
     Cy unplugged himself. While he had the Centurions' attention, Ro
opened a panel, cut the cable and closed it. The Ship was blind.
     READY, Ro said.
     YOU MAY RETURN TO YOUR DUTIES, Cy said.
     BY YOUR COMMAND.
     The guard saluted.
     Cy whispered, WE'VE PULLED IT OFF.
     They started the climb. The hatch was open.
     Ro said, CY, WE CLOSED IT WHEN WE CAME DOWN. As he neared the top,
Cylon faces appeared.
     Cy climbed out and stood aside. One of the pilots said, WHERE DID
YOU GET THAT DENT?
     WHAT - SOMETHING DROPPED WHEN YOU OPENED THE HATCH. YOU SHOULDN'T BE
SO CARELESS. LOOK AT RO, SEE, IT HIT HIM TOO. DIDN'T YOU HEAR IT? PERHAPS
WHEN WE GET THE DENTS POUNDED OUT, YOU SHOULD HAVE YOUR AUDIO SENSORS
CHECKED.
* * *
     Apollo watched the bay and Starbuck watched the hatch. Movement came
from what appeared to be a command center, across the bay. Figures exited
and started across - three figures. Then, from two hatches on each end of
the center, others appeared. Lots of them. Apollo whispered. "They're
starting their attack."
     The three approached. Apollo's heart raced. "Starbuck, we may have
company." The others stayed back. The three headed for the ship blocking
the Vipers, the Command Ship. One carried breathing gear. "Starbuck. It's
human - it's Baltar!"
     "Huh? - there's Cy, Start spraying."
     Apollo pointed the extinguisher and pulled the release. The escaping
gas sounded like thunder. Frost formed on the bolt.
     "They're looking this way - we're trapped!"
* * *
     The pilots drew their lasers. As a unit, the Cymen drew theirs and
fired. Four dropped in a shower of sparks, flames, and smoke.
     Baltar veered away from the Command ship and broke for the nearest
Raider. He was taking no chances.
     The Cymen broke into a run. Cy thought, if Baltar launches in the
Raider, we would still be trapped, and destroyed in the blast. And Baltar
would escape. He took careful aim and shattered the Raider's windscreen.
     Baltar swerved toward the Command Ship.
* * *
     "Apollo," Starbuck said, "the Vipers are decloaking. They'll be able
to see us."
     Baltar and one of his crew entered the Command Ship; pilots from the
command center approached with lasers drawn.
     "Starbuck, quick, get the engines started; I'll break the bolt and
get aboard." Starbuck climbed as Apollo swung. The bolt shattered.
     The Cylon that was still climbing into the Command Ship took aim at
Apollo. Ro lunged into the line of fire and took the blast. Apollo
dropped the Cylon. Baltar slammed the hatch; his engines were revving up.
     Ro fell to his knees, and pitched forward. Cy kneeled over his body.
He shouted, APOLLO, HELP ME. STARBUCK, HOLD THEM OFF. Apollo raced to
help.
     Baltar's ship passed through the portal. The way was clear.
     Starbuck fired repeatedly as he climbed into the cockpit; Cy and
Apollo dragged Ro's body into the Raider. Then Cy headed for the dead
Cylon.
     Apollo shouted, "Cy. Get back into the ship and take off. The bomb
is about to explode."
     Cy took the Cylon's body by the shoulders and started dragging it.
APOLLO ... .
     Apollo dashed to his side and helped haul it into the Raider. Laser
blasts hit all around them.
     Starbuck fired with one hand and started the engines with the other.
"Apollo, there's no time left," he shouted, "it's going to blow. Get over
here."
     Cy started his engines. Apollo slammed the hatch and sprinted to the
ladder. He climbed into the cockpit as Starbuck revved the engines. They
roared as he closed the canopy.
     The Viper broke away like a shot, heading for the portal. Starbuck
shouted. "Go - Go - Go - Go!"
     The Viper plunged into space. In Apollo's aft-view, Cy's ship moved
in the landing bay. Muzzles flashed! If they hit Serena's ship while
we're this close - Cy's ship passed through the portal. Starbuck engaged
the turbos, slamming the two back in their seats. An enormous blinding
flash ripped open the darkness of space. They braced themselves. It hit
like a sledge hammer, throwing them back and bounding them forward.
* * *
     The Pegasus warriors watched, ready for the battle to the death.
     A brilliant point of light appeared and as suddenly disappeared.
Every heart leaped at the sight. Every mind hoped for the best.
     There was no way of knowing what happened. The sensors were trained
on that spot. There were no transmissions.
     Cain gave the signal. The shuttles headed for Pegasus with their
loads of Tylium. The attack ships sped toward the Base Ship's position at
full speed to engage whatever attack force was coming. Tolen lead the
phalanx in a Viper. They had fifteen minutes of fuel and had to damage as
much as they could in that time.
     The Pegasus stood ready to receive the shuttles and break for the
rendezvous point. Cain hoped he could land  the attack ships in time,
before they could run out of fuel. What they would do then would depend
on the degree of success of the attack. Pegasus could engage the Base
Ship, or she could flee.
     The desperate attack phalanx raced engage the Cylons.
* * *
     As the Viper stabilized, Apollo again peered in the aft-view,
straining to see Cy's ship. An exploding cloud of fire and debris rapidly
closed on them. Jagged wreckage erupted from the cloud even as they
accelerated. Swarms of tangled metal tumbled past. A huge mass careened
toward them. It was a Raider on full thrusters, veering this way and
that, and closing fast. Apollo shouted, "Faster! Faster!"
     "She's already past the gate-stop, going as fast as she can."
Starbuck stared at his aft-view. There was the Raider, closing rapidly!
     The Raider slowed as it came into the blast of the Viper's exhaust.
It came to a stop and slowly receded. Starbuck shuddered and settled back
in his seat. "Whew," he breathed, "that was close." He mouthed a thank
you.
     The Raider tumbled behind them, severely damaged, half of the left
wing torn off. A gaping hole exposed the inside of the ship from the
front to the aft; the cockpit lay wide open.
     "Starbuck, even a Cylon couldn't survive that blast!"
     "I know  - but a Cyman might."
     "I'm afraid that your feelings for Cy are clouding your judgement.
Nothing could have survived that blast. Sorry. He was a good and faithful
friend."
     Starbuck's worried face slowly lit up. The Raider gradually regained
a stable flight attitude, and there where the windscreen should be was
Cy's uniquely identifiable dented head.
     Cy was gesturing to them, and pointing. Apollo froze. A Cylon
Command Ship, Baltar's ship, stood off the starboard side, its laser
cannons aimed directly at them!

* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

     Baltar's ship lay forty-five degrees off the port beam, in attack
position. He had only to press the fire button. Cy's ship was in no
condition to help. It posed no threat, and it was a Cylon Raider as far
as Baltar knew, and of no concern to him. Pegasus was too far away.
     "Apollo, why doesn't he fire?"
     "I don't know. Maybe he's savoring the moment. Do we have our
receivers turned on?"
     "Yes. There's nothing."
     "What's he waiting for?"
     "I don't know."
     "We don't dare try to bring our lasers to bear on him, Starbuck,
he'll fire the moment he sees us turning." 
     "And the cloaking device is spent."
     It was hopeless, more so than the inferno they just escaped. He held
the controls steady, determined not to give Baltar a reason to fire.
"Starbuck, I see activity. His guns - what - I don't believe it, his -
his cannons are drifting away.  Starbuck, he's surrendering."
     Apollo turned his Viper directly at the Command Ship. They were so
close - he pointed toward the sphere below and waved them in that
direction.
     A human hand, Baltar's hand, made a thumbs up sign. He had
acknowledged the signal and agreed to it. "How nice, Starbuck, he's
surrendering without a peep."
     The Command Ship slowly made the turn and started its descent.
Apollo brought the Viper in behind.
     "Wait a second," Starbuck said, "I don't buy the nice guy role.
Baltar's in a corner without a paddle. He has no place to go, no place to
refuel, and no backup support. If he destroys us, you can bet Pegasus
will destroy him. He's smart, but surrender is his only option."
     "Right you are. And he hasn't transmitted, even to us. It means
that, for the same reason, he chose not to alert the Cylons to our
location."
     "Yes. If he had, we would have one less reason to spare him.
Besides, the Cylons would likely lose patience with him, given that he
failed them again."
     "Baltar would not have alerted the Cylons before the blast. That
also would have alerted Pegasus to his surprise attack. And it seems to
me that if any Raider survived the blast, we'd have heard an alert
transmission by now. We're in the clear."
     "Apollo, he's nearing the surface."
     "Good. He can't transmit, and he can't take the chance that Pegasus
will hold her fire. I say that's very smart."
     "Look - look at the scanner. Pegasus to the rescue - do you have a
visual?"
     "No - yes. At one o'clock. Tolen's out front. Quick, signal him.
Tell him we destroyed the Base Ship. Tell him to leave one ship with us,
and take the rest back. Tell him ... ."
     "Slow down - there, I got it all off. Look, Apollo. What a beautiful
sight! All of those ships making that turn in formation and heading for
home - to Pegasus."
     "Baltar must not have seen those Raiders or he'd have made a break
for it. I never - look at that, I never thought that sight could be so
beautiful. A phalanx of Cylon Raiders."
     "I'll be glad to get back."
* * *
     Pegasus' sensors identified Tolen's Viper long before it entered the
landing bay. The crew, as many as could, met him as he landed. Commander
Cain met him as he deplaned. Everyone anxiously awaited.
     Tolen blurted, "The Base Star has been destroyed!" A tremendous roar
resounded through the bay. Tolen held up his hand. "Starbuck and Apollo
are safe!" Again a cheer roared throughout the bay. Another hush, as
Tolen spoke. "Cy and Ro's ship is heavily damaged but is coming in. It's
on the final approach now." Silence. The celebration would have to wait.
     Cain said, "Where are Starbuck and Apollo?"
     "They and one of our Raiders are escorting a Command Raider to the
surface."
     That surprised and puzzled Cain, then he beamed. "That would be
Baltar. We heard no alert transmission. No Imperious Leader or other I L
Series Cylon would surrender. Only Baltar. The coward Baltar. Tolen,
dispatch a shuttle and two armed guards to the landing site. Have him
brought in. Put him in the brig. I'll see him when I have time."
* * *
     Apollo pointed his Viper's nose directly at the Command Ship exit
hatch. They waited until the Cymen arrived on the scene. Baltar deplaned
with his pilot, unarmed. Could he do otherwise? He looked astonished when
the Cymen took them into custody. Starbuck opened the canopy and the two
Colonials climbed down.
     Baltar's face morphed from astonishment to rage. He fumed. "Apollo,
Starb ... Starbuck!" He stood silent, agape, each arm clutched by
mechanical hands.
     "Apollo, did you ever seen such a thing? Baltar speechless? That's
phenomenal. Let's take a picture and submit it to the Colonial Museum of
Oddities."
     "Yes, and record the sound of his silence, and scare daggits with
it."
     Baltar lunged for Starbuck's throat, but the Cymen held him back.
Starbuck protested, "Uh, uh, uh, Baltar, be nice. Don't touch us or we'll
have to turbo bathe for a week. Thanks, Ge, Ha, for holding him off. I'll
recommend you both for dirty duty pay."
     Ge chuckled. NOT AT ALL, STARBUCK. IT'S MY PLEASURE.
     I'D PAY FOR THIS CHANCE, Ha said. WHAT'S ONE MAN'S DIRTY DUTY IS
ANOTHER MAN'S DIRTY DUTY.
     Apollo said, as the shuttle appeared, "Baltar, here's your escort.
They will accompany you to your accommodations. I hope you enjoy your
stay. There will be multitudes of things for you to do. You'll be writing
'wish you were here' notes to every Imperious Leader."
* * *
     Commander Tigh contacted Bojay at the Defense Control Center and
requested that he come aboard. It was good to be back on Earth, even
though it was just for a little while, and they would be off again.
     Bojay had been one of those carefree warriors, like Starbuck.
Carefree? Yes, but one who took flying very seriously. He was still like
that, only now he had a family. And it was very serious business to keep
the entire Colony under his wing in such an emergency.
     No one was permitted to disembark. The refueling and resupplying
went along smoothly. Surprisingly to Tigh, no attempt at communication
came from the Defense Council. Perhaps they busied themselves with
building a case against him. Okay, he gladly postponed it until the end
of the cruise.
     Boxie couldn't go down to visit with his Aunt Athena. He loved her
very much, but it wouldn't have been the same without his dad. He
convinced himself that he would be ready at the end of the cruise.
* * *
     Since the time in the Celestial Dome a few hours before, Cassiopeia
and Sheba could speak freely. It was as if Cassiopeia were released from
something back there. A warmth and feeling of safety and contentment came
over her then and hadn't faded since. She didn't know what it was but she
knew everything was going to be all right.
     It was the same with Sheba. She knew she would be able to go on with
her life. She had been living in the past, not willing to give in to the
reality of the present. Now she was ready. She had fond memories of her
dad and Apollo, and she would hold on to those memories, but she would
not be enslaved by them, anymore.
* * *
     Commander Tigh met Bojay and Jamie's skyshuttle at the landing bay.
Jamie came up to glean information for her broadcasts. He updated them on
his plans to take Galactica to the inner planets, and estimated her time
of arrival for her return.
     They agreed that Galactica must return as soon as possible. The
Colony needed to get back to normal and on with life.
* * *
     Apollo and Starbuck lost track of time. The shuttle came and went.
Ge, Ha, and Go expressed their admiration and appreciation for the
accomplishments of that day. Then they left. Apollo and Starbuck felt for
the first time since that first day at Serena's Viper that they could
relax and just enjoy each other's company and talk over old times and the
good times to come.
     Apollo felt that he should not discuss Serena's or Ro's deaths. And
he would not discuss the continuing Cylon threat.
     They had plenty of good things to talk about: the prospect of
getting to Earth and living a relaxed and full life in the mountains, and
seeing Boxie and Dillon and Jamie and Cassiopeia and Sheba and Boomer and
Jolly and Bojay and Athena and Dr. Salik and Dr. Wilker and even Breese
again. It was like old times, like going up into the Celestial Dome
again. And if Cy was right, perhaps humans and Cylons could live in
peace.
     Apollo told Starbuck about the periods of rotation of Earth and her
revolution around the star called Sun. When Starbuck heard, he basked in
the realization that the Colonials had found their true home. Apollo
filled him in about the people on Earth. In some ways they were like the
Colonials and some they weren't. Some countries got along and some
didn't.
     He told him they actually believed it was impossible to travel at
lightspeed, let alone faster. Those ideas fit into their world view but
inhibited their progress. Conjecture was accepted as fact. But they were
human, and they showed promise. Their technology was rudimentary but
going in the right direction. The Colonials would help them along, and as
long as the Cylons stayed away, they could flourish.
     He told him about the fauna and flora of Earth. The commonplace and
the exotic, the luxuriant and the sparse, the familiar and the foreign.
The Bovine and the Ovine, the Cockateel and the Cockatoo, the Dolphin and
the Shark. Starbuck became especially pleased for Boxie when Apollo
mentioned daggits.
* * *
     Twilight faded to a dark velvet backdrop for a spectacular fiery
display, their very own victory fireworks in the sky. They recognized it
as wreckage and debris from the Base Ship streaking through the
atmosphere. They watched and talked and finally decided to call it a
night and return to Pegasus, and get some much needed rest.
     As they rolled to a stop, something was up. Except for the DECON
crew, the bay lay empty. They had never enjoyed DECON before; it had
always been an annoying and frustrating delay that kept them from their
free time. This time it was different. Apollo thought it was because of
the victory, the fact that, after months of stress, they no longer felt
the burden of an impending threat.
     The procedure ended. They opened the hatch and stepped down - into a
corridor, four ranks on each side, standing at attention. The front ranks
were alternating humans and Cymen. Commander Cain and Tolen stood at the
far end.
     Apollo, with all his heart, wished Ro could be there. Ro had
perished to save his life, and was as much as anyone else responsible for
the success of the mission. He would be missed a lot. And where was Cy?
     As they stepped off the last step to the landing bay floor, two
Cymen joined them, one on each side. Cy and - Apollo was stunned! Ro - 
Ro! I must be dreaming. An aura of excitement electrified the bay. "How -
you're alive!" Oblivious to everything else, he embraced him. "You saved
my life!"
     Ro whispered. YOU AND CY SAVED MINE. WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?
     So that's why the dead Centurion in the Base Ship. Apollo for a
moment had forgotten where he was. He brought himself back to the present
and came to attention.
     The bugle trumpeted. The Color Guard took its position ahead of them
and the bugler switched to the Victor's March, slow and rhythmical. They
followed the Color Guard as they stepped smartly forward.
     Ro whispered, APOLLO, THEY'RE SHOWING THIS LIVE IN BALTAR'S CELL.
     Apollo grinned.

* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

     Apollo turned over in his sack. He had just got to bed, it seemed,
but felt refreshed. He had an all-consuming dream, but as he lay there,
he could not for the life of him remember it. It was wonderful dream, he
knew. It must have been; he felt so good.
     Starbuck gently laid his hand on his shoulder.
     He yawned. "Oh hello, Starbuck, what's happening? What time is it?"
     "Fifteen hours after you hit the sack, old friend, it's time to rise
and shine. A lot of things are happening, and you and I have to see Cy.
He has something to show you."
     Apollo rolled out of bed, pulled his clothes on over his skivvies,
and preened. "Okay, let's go."
     As they strode toward the passageway, Starbuck went on, "There's a
double work force back on the surface, refining and loading the fuel.
It's almost pure Tylium. We should be ready to head for Earth in a couple
of days, all cells full and squared away to go.
     "Cy downloaded the data from the Base Star, and enlisted other Cymen
to help with the analysis. Commander Cain has been busy here and on the
surface, overseeing the Tylium operation, and the analysis. Man, he's
good!"
     "I'd been thinking that myself." They reached the lift.
     "Apollo, Cain's and your dad's personalities were as far apart as
they could be and still be Commanders, but they were both great leaders."
     "Yes, they were."
     Starbuck laid his arm over Apollo's shoulder and squeezed. He knew
that the past tense was hard for him. Adama wasn't there for him anymore.
It was hard for Starbuck, too. "You couldn't beat either of them."
     Cy's team was analyzing the Base Ship data when they came to the
computer center.
     Ro waved as they arrived, and pointed Cy out to them. Cy hurried
over. APOLLO, YOU LOOK GOOD. YOU GOT SOME REST. GOOD. JUST A CENTON, LET
ME WRAP THIS UP. He spoke with Ro and the rest of the team.
     "How does a Cy - uh - Cyman know I'm rested?"
     Starbuck said, "It takes time and experience, Apollo. At first they
noticed just size and color differences; things like that. You know it's
true. Just like you when you first saw them, Cymen looked just like
Cylons to you, didn't they? One looked like any other. They had the one
personality as far as you were concerned. It took you a little while to
distinguish between Cy and Ro, didn't it?"
     "Right again. You look at a race you don't know much about and tend
to judge them all alike, according to your experience and what you
believe is true about them."
     "Exactly!"
     Cy waved and returned. WE'VE BEEN CELEBRATING. YOU GOT YOUR REST AND
I GOT MY CHARGE. WE CAN RELAX AND UNWIND NOW THAT THERE IS NO IMMEDIATE
THREAT. AND WE CAN DO BETTER WORK, TAKING MORE CARE WITH IT.
     APOLLO, I GUESS STARBUCK TOLD YOU I HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU. YOU
THOUGHT I WAS WORKING IN CYBERNETICS. IN A WAY IT'S JUST THE OPPOSITE.
CYBERNETICS IN REVERSE. AS I UNDERSTAND IT, CYBERNETICS IS A HUMAN TERM
REFERRING TO THE ABILITY OF A HUMAN TO DO MORE BY USING MACHINES. IN A
WAY, I, A MACHINE, ALTHOUGH I THINK OF MYSELF LESS AND LESS AS ONE, I AM
TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH SOMETHING THROUGH A HUMAN - I SEE YOU DON'T ACCEPT
THAT. IT WAS ALL A DECEPTION.
     "Cy, what in the universe are you driving at?"
     Cy stopped at a hatch. JUST COME AND SEE. MY WORK IS HERE IN THE
LIFE STATION. He chuckled. ENTER AND SIGN IN PLEASE.
     Apollo and Starbuck stepped in and Cy closed the hatch. All Apollo
could see were hospital beds, with only two occupied. If there had been a
battle and Pegasus survived, the life station and sick bay would most
likely have overflowed with patients - if the life station survived.
Apollo breathed a thanks.
     Cy strode to one of the patients.
     Apollo thought about how big Cy was and how glad that he was a
friend and that Starbuck made it all possible, when Cy stopped at the bed
and stepped aside, saying, I HAVE SOMEONE HERE I THINK YOU WILL WANT TO
MEET ... .
     Apollo gasped. He stumbled back. "Serena!"

* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

     "Serena!" Apollo shook his head and looked again. His heart leaped
in his chest. Serena lay there, beaming up at him!
     Her face glowed as she drew him to her. "Oh, Apollo, I love you. I
can't tell you how I longed to see you!"
     "It can't be - oh, Serena, is it really you?"
     She grinned. "You can pinch yourself ... ."
     "Praise the Lord." Tears welled up in his eyes. "I've missed you
so."
     She whispered, "I know. Starbuck told me."
     Starbuck stood back, grinning from ear to ear.
     Tears streamed down Apollo's face and mingled with hers.
     STARBUCK AND I WILL LEAVE YOU TWO FOR A WHILE, WON'T WE STARBUCK?
BUT REMEMBER, APOLLO, SHE'S VERY WEAK.
     Serena reached her hand out to Starbuck and squeezed his. "Thank you
so much - and you too, Cy."
     Starbuck and Cy entered the life station office, and closed the
hatch.
     "Apollo, I know what's on your mind. Please don't blame them, it was
my idea. Everyone was in on it - even Commander Cain. I was in a coma
until two weeks ago, and then I was very weak. I couldn't move, and I
could barely see. I didn't want you to see me that way; and they needed
you, and they thought that you would insist on being with me."
     "You were so right."
* * *
     Serena thought, Apollo looks great. Aging hasn't affected his
appearance. Her own body had wasted somewhat, having used up some of her
muscle tissue for energy. Perhaps, when I regain my muscle tone, I'll
look younger. But that doesn't matter now. She exclaimed, "Everything is
perfect, no matter what."
     Apollo agreed. "Yes, perfect."
     Starbuck and Cy took a backward look at them through the office
window, turned and left through the passageway hatchway.
* * *
     It was another beautiful day above the planet, shuttles bringing up
the last of the Tylium. The crew had earned a much deserved rest. It
would close its operation soon and the shuttles would bring them up.
Pegasus prepared to launch. Finally, she would be on her way to Earth.
     Dr. Onestone, physicist, took the conn and entered the
three-dimensional image of Cassiopeia as Pegasus saw her and the image
from the star charts Apollo brought from Earth into the main computer
database. 
     From Apollo's charts, he selected two widely separated stars in the
Cassiopeia and noted their distance from Earth. Then, making sure both
images were magnified the same, he brought the Pegasus-image down to the
size of the Earth-image, noted the percentage reduction, and rotated it
until they exactly matched.
     The percent shrinkage applied to the distance Earth-to-Cassiopeia
yielded the distance Pegasus-to-Cassiopeia.  He subtracted that from the
Earth-to-Cassiopeia distance to yield the distance Pegasus would be from
Earth if she were along the Earth to Cassiopeia line.
     Dr. Onestone rotated the Pegasus-image until the two were
superimposed. He projected a separate line superimposing the Earth to
Cassiopeia line, attached one end to Pegasus and the other to Earth. Then
he rotated the Pegasus-Cassiopeia-image, maintaining the Pegasus-to-Earth
line attachment at both ends. That gave him the direction and distance
Pegasus-to-Earth. From that, he extracted Earth's approximate
coordinates.
     According to Baltar's Base Ship's data base, no base ships were
assigned within scanner range of the projected flight path. That didn't
mean there wouldn't be some kind of Cylon presence there, like a scouting
picket. But it seemed to Commander Cain to be the time to take the risk.
And Earth desperately needed the extra protection.
     Dr. Onestone locked on the Cassiopeia and fed those data and the
Earth's coordinates into the autopilot computer. The final trip was about
to begin.
* * *
     Venus came into view through the wind screen. Tigh wished they
didn't need an outpost there. Just the thought of the corrosive
atmosphere - he smiled. The Cylons wouldn't have any better time with it.
     The humor was fleeting - if the Cylons got this far, why would they
stop? Why wouldn't they go right on to Earth? The Colonials need the
outpost to detect any encroachment from beyond the Sun.
     This is another place where warrior technology has to be at its best
- here and Mercury. As close as they are to the Sun, reception is much
more susceptible to its electronic disturbances.
* * *
     Cassiopeia demonstrated to her class how to cauterize wounds in the
field, a temporary fix until the warrior could be evacuated to a life
station.
     Suddenly, she was transported to the surface, to a fuel dump in the
Cylon city of Gamoray. She crouched, treating Bojay's wound. At the sound
of footsteps on the stairway, she aimed her handgun, ready to fire.
Starbuck appeared as she squeezed off a round. She trembled as she
lowered her weapon. She had almost killed him!
     She fell to her knees and wept. The cadets gathered around her as
Brie and Deitra entered. Brie ran to get Sheba, and met her in the
passageway. "Come quickly, it's Cassiopeia!"
     Cassiopeia sobbed and repeated Starbuck's name over and over again.
Tears welled up in Sheba's eyes as she dismissed the class and helped
Cassie to the life station.
* * *
     Apollo wanted to know everything about Serena, did she dream, what
she dreamed, how she felt waking up, how she feels - Serena strained to
speak but she wanted to know everything about him too, and Boxie, the
rest of their family, and the Colonials.
     He sat with her for hours, told her about Boxie and his achievements
at the Academy, his assignment to Blue Squadron, their talks on the bench
by the bridge. He told her about Cassiopeia and her love for Starbuck. He
told her about Adama, Athena and Bojay and their children, the Colony,
the other folks she knew.
     He knew Serena needed to adjust her thinking about things that
happened over a decade ago that in her mind happened just two weeks
before. What wonder and confusion that must be, he thought. Boxie had
grown up, and everyone was that much older. A lot had happened.
     It was difficult for her to speak, but she was content just to
listen and hold his hand. It was a warm feeling of peace, the feeling
that if everything else went wrong in the universe, still everything with
them was perfect.
     There came a time when Serena began to doze off. He kissed her
cheek, beckoned to Kara, the Med Tech, and left to get some rest,
himself.

* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

     Apollo woke again to Starbuck's voice. Commander Cain had asked
Starbuck to bring him to the bridge. On their way, Starbuck explained
that Pegasus had gone through her pre launch procedures. The crew
finished work on the surface and came back up. They reinstalled the
energizer and put it into operation.
     Cy was there, along with the Bridge officers.
     Colonel Tolen made his report. "Sir, all Raiders and Vipers parked
and combat-ready. Shuttles secured. All fuel cells full. All weapons
charged and operational. Sensors operating at their limits. No contacts
indicated. The course has been entered into the Navigational Computer as
you directed, sir."
     "Thank you, Tolen. Launch when ready."
     "Aye, sir!" Then Tolen realized he had shouted. "Sorry, sir."
     "That's quite all right, Tolen. I feel like shouting, myself."
     Pegasus shuddered with the throb of her engines, breaking loose from
Fuelacopia's gravitational pull. Starbuck said it was as if Pegasus were
shaking the sands of her past from her shoes and starting anew.
     Excitement and optimism pervaded the crew.
     "Flank speed, increasing to full speed," Cain ordered. At Apollo's
questioning look. "If we travel at full speed with our sensors operating
at their limits, we may be able to blow by any picket without being
detected. But, if there's a chance that it sees us we'll come on it so
fast it might not be able to get a transmission off. I hope. We don't
expect any contacts, but we have to be ready. Too much is at stake. You
would be right if you say all of humanity is at stake."
     Apollo nodded. It was comforting to know they were on the way and
this time they knew exactly where to go. He felt a warm glow when he
thought of the folks back home and their love for him. He thought of all
of the excitement there would be when they learned that Pegasus and
Starbuck and Serena and Cain were safe and home at last. And he thought
about his family being back together, intact at last.
     Tolen reported, "Sir, we are up to full speed."
     "Launch the Raiders."
     Tolen echoed the order into the launching bay intercom.
     The Raiders eased ahead as they were launched, and took up attack
positions just ahead of Pegasus.
     Again Cain explained, "If we do come across any Cylon snoopers, or
for any reason the Base Ship information was in error, we will be in full
attack formation before they know we're there."
     "That sounds like a good plan sir, but a lot of Tylium will be
expended in their flight, perhaps needlessly."
     "Yes, but we won't know that until after the fact. If we run into
Cylons, we'll be glad we deployed. And if we don't encounter Cylons, we
can chalk it up to experience. I'd rather be on the safe side.
     "And besides, I believe that it is better than a trade off. We
either launch this way at full speed, or we launch before we get up to
full speed. If we launch before we're up to speed, every Raider would
have to expend significant fuel to get there. This way, at launch, as you
very well know, all Raiders are traveling at full speed with full fuel
cells. No acceleration necessary. They will have a much greater range. We
have Commander Tigh and you to thank for that tactic. At any rate, it's
better to be safe than sorry."
     "Cain, of course you're right. But what if we come across a Colonial
Viper? What would a Colonial pilot do if he sees a Cylon attack phalanx
coming at him?"
     "Apollo, we'll have to deal with that if and when we come to it."
* * *
     Mercury Outpost orbited in the tip of Mercury's cone of darkness,
just far enough into it so the Sun's corona could not be seen. It would
detect any intrusion into the sector from beyond the Sun. Should Earth be
on the opposite side, the entire quadrant facing away from her would be
scanned.
     Since their classes were in adjacent compartments, Sheba made it a
point to check in with Cassiopeia from time to time and see that she was
all right. And she asked Deitra and Brie to help when she couldn't.
Cassie had improved considerably. Only when her subconscious took over
did she need attention. Medical specialists Paye and Kara spent time with
her, too. The cadets had so much love and respect for Cassiopeia that
they made special efforts to adapt, but each of her lapses brought back
Sheba's own memories, too.
     When Galactica pulled away from Mercury, Sheba thought, since we
will soon be back to Earth, perhaps a stay on the surface for a few weeks
will give Cassie a sense of security and well being.
* * *
     Tolen reported, "All Raiders launched and in attack positions."
     "Good. Give the command to release the cloud."
     "Aye, sir."
      The Raiders simultaneously vented a white, smoke-like substance and
gradually disappeared from view, the expanding cloud developing around
them.
     "Apollo," Starbuck said, "I told Commander Cain about the cloud you
and Zak saw, the cloud hiding the Cylon armada the day they destroyed our
fleet. You said two Cylon fuel tankers were there. We knew that the
armada had been refueled by those tankers, but they should have had a lot
left. Commander Cain had a theory."
     Cain explained. "I thought they may have vented Tylium into space.
Remember when our fleet was out of fuel, and we went to intercept the
Cylon tankers? An ionized cloud hid them then. And, of course you
remember when the two Base Ships exploded in the Great Battle? We
couldn't see through the debris. There surely was unburned Tylium there.
So last night we ran a test. We vented some Tylium into space and studied
the result.
     "We were amazed; the cloud absorbs and re-emits light and electronic
signals. It reflects very little. It acts as an imperfect lens. Light and
electronic signals, in effect, are imperfectly focused and on re-emission
they are dispersed. Only from the fringe inside the cloud, before
dispersion, can images be seen and messages received. We are certain that
from a distance our ships can't be detected. We hope that's true about
the cloud itself."
     Apollo exclaimed. "That's like a cloaking device, isn't it?"
     "Yes and no. Our own communications are only good for short
distances before they disperse. Our sensors won't work from deeper inside
the cloud. We run the risk of running into each other, especially at high
speeds. We can rely on visual for short distances. We need a thick
concentration of vapor to obscure the ships completely, and, since the
cloud continuously expands in all directions and dissipates, Tylium must
be continuously vented. That's quite an expenditure of fuel.
     "Confined in the Base Ship's landing bay, it would have exploded.
All of this means that we couldn't have done what you did with the
cloaking device. And it means that we have to keep our Raiders in the
fringe to see out.
     "The cloud's redeeming characteristic is, we can conceal Pegasus
from any Cylons that might be around. They'll think, if they have time
to, that it might be a Cylon force, or might not. That way we take them
by surprise. And I believe they would not transmit for fear of alerting
their enemies, whoever they might be.
     "The Raiders will stay in the leading fringe. They won't see Pegasus
and we won't see them. If any Cylons are encountered, they won't see
Pegasus; if they see anything, they will see our Raiders. Hopefully the
Cylons will hesitate until they can sort out what's happening. That'll be
too late. We'll be all over them, and it will be all over for them."
     "But there has to be communication," Apollo said, "I know you have
remarkable pilots, but there has to be some coordination between ships."
     "Yes, we can communicate, but only at short range. Tolen, be ready
to jam the Cylon detection and transmitter frequencies."
     "Aye, sir." Tolen signaled Rashi to make it so.
     "Again, we don't expect Cylons anywhere around. But if they're at a
distance, they may not detect us at all. If we jam now, they would
certainly detect us when they might not otherwise. We can't take that
chance. We'll jam only if they detect us."
     "... to confuse their sensors," Apollo said, "most of this stuff
wasn't taught at the Academy, sir."
     Cain said, "You're right. We learn a lot by experience. You know
that. You and Commander Tigh are responsible for the full speed launch
tactic. You've taught me more than a thing or two."
     An knowing voice came from over Apollo's shoulder, "That's right,
Apollo. You are responsible for a lot!" It was Serena. She and Kara
entered the Bridge while Apollo was engrossed in one of his favorite
topics, strategy and tactics.
     "Serena," Apollo exclaimed, "are you sure you feel like being up?"
     Kara addressed Commander Cain. "Sir, Serena insisted."
     "That's quite all right, Kara, I wasn't going to hold Apollo here
much longer if she hadn't come. I would lose him to the life station, and
I prefer that he be here."
     Serena said, "Everything is perfect, sir, just the way it is."
     The cloud raced toward Earth.

* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

     Commander Cain exuded elation. It was the last leg of their long
trek to Earth. He asked Tolen for a sensor report.
     Tolen quickly responded, "No activity, no questionable targets. All
is clear, sir."
     "OK. Stay in close contact with the Leader. Order half the crew to
quarters for a sleep and charge period. In four hours we'll switch.
That'll give the whole complement time to rejuvenate themselves in the
next eight hours. Repeat at nine hour intervals."
     "Aye, sir." Tolen gave the orders over the Telecom.
     "Now you, Tolen, Apollo, and Serena, take the first sleep period."
     The couple thanked Cain. Apollo said, "Commander, this is the first
time in years that, Serena and I can be alone together ... ."
     "Say no more, Apollo. Tolen, as you go, see that Apollo and Serena
can have private accommodations for the rest of the trip home."
     They glanced at each other and beamed. "Thank you, sir!"
     Tolen escorted bride and groom through the passageway to the crew
quarters. "Apollo, you two will have my quarters for the trip. I'm sure
you'll find them adequate. It'll be your bridal suite."
     "Are you sure?" Apollo asked. "Colonel, that's quite a sacrifice for
a Bridge officer. You are entitled to separate quarters."
     "Sometimes I miss the off time camaraderie with the warriors. I
wouldn't miss this chance to go back in time. Don't disappoint me."
     Serena quickly replied, "We accept. Colonel, you're so
understanding!"
     Tolen showed them his quarters, picked up some essentials and headed
down the passageway to the warriors' quarters.
     "Thank you!"
     Serena whispered, "Let's hurry. We have some quality time coming."
     "I'm right with you." Apollo said as he picked her up and they
'floated' through into the 'Bridal Suite.' "We don't have to talk if we
don't want to. We have four hours that we can just enjoy being together."
     "I was hoping you'd say that. Let's make the most of it. We'll have
another time eight hours from now. Plenty of time to talk then."
* * *
     The klaxon jolted them to their senses. Apollo leaped up and pulled
his battle suit on. He kissed his bride and ran down the passageway.
Serena called after him, "I'll be waiting at the 'garden gate' at the end
of the watch. Don't be late." As she watched him turn out of sight at the
end of the passageway, she pictured a garden gate. It had been a long
time since she had seen one, not since the destruction of the Colonies.
     Apollo crossed paths with Kara in the passageway on her way to check
on Serena.
     Starbuck stood ready at the Bridge when Apollo arrived. "Sorry," he
said, "I should have been here when the klaxon sounded."
     Cain said he thought nothing of it. To him, these were very special
circumstances, and Apollo and Serena were entitled to some latitude.
Apollo himself had been special. He knew that Apollo and Starbuck were
responsible for the survival of Pegasus at least twice, the second time
with Cy and Ro as equal partners. If it hadn't been for them, Pegasus
would have been history.
     Apollo climbed the steps to the Command Deck. "What's happening,
sir?"
     Cain smiled and said, "Nothing at all. Everything is quiet, and
Pegasus is operating efficiently. I'll see you in the next sleep period.
I'm turning in."
     Tolen said, "It's about time, sir!"
     Apollo saluted Cain as he left. "Every day I gain more respect for
him. No wonder Tigh called him a living legend."
     Tolen grinned. "Now you know partially how his crew feels about him
- How was your rest?"
     "I'm sorry to admit it but I think I got too much sleep."
     Starbuck, leaving for the warriors' quarters, called back as the
hatch was closing behind him, "How can you get too much sleep in four
hours?"
     Tolen responded, "Now, I call that the ultimate in rhetorical
questions."
     "Tolen," Apollo said, "how are things with Commander Cain?"
     "I know what you're asking. The Commander has been under tremendous
strain all of these years since the destruction of the Colonies.
Sometimes I see it in his eyes. Though, since I work so closely with him,
I'm probably the only one who notices it."
     "He seems his old self to me."
     "Since the Great Battle, he's had especially trying times. We know
now, it was a great victory, but our separation from the fleet, not
knowing if it survived, and little hope for the future, took a huge toll
on the crew. Commander Cain singlehandedly held us together and kept us
performing. I have half a mind to mute the klaxon at the end of this
sleep period and let him get up on his own time. He needs it."
     "I agree, that's a great idea. Why not? Let's mute the klaxon, no
eight bells, and pass the word, instead."
     "Done. I might get court-martialed for it but it will be worth it to
see him rested."
     Cy and Ro entered the Bridge. Cy greeted them, then reported to
Tolen. WE'VE BEEN REVIEWING THE DATA FROM THE BASE SHIP. THROUGH THE USE
OF THE MAIN COMPUTER, WE HAVE LOCATED THE COORDINATES OF THE PRESENT
CYLON STATIONS OUTSIDE THE CYLON EMPIRE.
     Tolen exclaimed, "Well done, Cy!"
     YES - THIS INFORMATION WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ON ANY OTHER BASE SHIP
COMPUTER BUT BALTAR'S.
     Ro interjected, WE ALSO FOUND THE MILITARY STRENGTH OF THOSE
STATIONS.
     "All right. Good work! I'll give the report to Commander Cain when
he awakens." He told them to spread the word to the crew that the next
wake up call would be word-of-mouth, to allow Commander Cain to rest.
     EXCELLENT! They left to spread the word.
     "Apollo, I never thought I could trust a Cylon, let alone like one.
But that's just what's happened. The Cymen are loyal crew members and
delightful friends."
     "Right you are. On the Base Ship they saved our lives at the risk of
their own. I have no doubts about them."
     "I've been meaning to ask, Apollo, when we had time to talk. Tell me
about the Colony on Earth. What's it like? What about our pilots, how are
they doing?"
     Apollo brought him up to speed. And as he did he felt a wave of
nostalgia washing over him. He was eager to get back home. To Earth.
* * *
     Galactica passed Venus and headed for Earth. Commander Tigh
reflected, "Omega, after we get back, you may need to take over command.
It depends on the Defense Council. Are you prepared?"
     "Yes, sir, but I hope it never comes to that."
     "You know, don't you, Omega, that I'll retire sometime."
     "Of course, sir, but not this way."
     "Thank you. I hope not, too. I just have the feeling that Sire Orion
will make Apollo's rescue attempt into something incompetent and
insubordinate."
     "I hope you know, Commander, you'd have the entire Colony behind
you."
     Tigh reflected on that. "Thanks, Omega.  I'm sure I would - you
know, I dread getting back with the news that Apollo won't be coming
back."
     "That's the way I feel. It'll be a sorrowful time."
     "They'll go through what I've gone through, only it'll be a sudden
shock for them. I'll be glad when it's over."
* * *
     The watch passed quickly. And Serena was waiting for Apollo in the
bridal suite. They had all of eight hours to talk, get reacquainted and
whatever else they wanted to do.

* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

     When Apollo hurried back to Serena each sleep period, the scope of
his whole conscious world shrank from the universe outside to the
microcosm of their bridal suite. Then, until the moment he stepped into
the passageway on the way to the Bridge, the whole of reality was there
in that space.
     Of all the chances he'd taken, all the dangers he faced, finding
Serena made it all worthwhile. Each morning, they awakened in each
other's arms. Each day he was content to know that she would be there
when he got back.
* * *
     Galactica swung into the last leg of the shakedown cruise, and
approached Earth. The crew had a sense of failure. Apollo was their the
object of hope and prayer since before his launch, and he had not come
back.
     But spirits rose as Earth grew in the wind screen. Finally the crew
could resume their holiday rotation.
     Commander Tigh thought they performed flawlessly. I can depend on
them if the need arises, and sooner or later the need will arise. That
concerns me most. If it's the last thing I do, I will see that a military
buildup program is instituted. The Cylons will come sometime, and if the
defenses remain as they are, all humans will be destroyed. The Cylons
will have the universe to themselves.
     Remembering Councilman Uri, Tigh also felt that a contented Colony
would see little need in strengthening the military. Orion would say,
'the Colony survived nicely when Galactica was away.' Apollo would be the
one most likely to rally the Colonials to the need, but he won't be
there. Dr. Wilker will try, I know, but we can't do it alone. A nucleus
of convinced people can influence a larger number, and that number - it
might not be so bad, considering that a large number of the population is
or has been in the military. It can be done - I hope.  
     But they would have to start immediately or it could be too late.
* * *
     Apollo had lost track of the passing of time since he came aboard.
The crew had kept track by the rotation of their moon-base home. For
Serena and him, every day was a new adventure and eternity was ahead of
them. The passage of time seemed meaningless; it was the furthest thing
from their minds.
     To Serena they were newlyweds. It had been just a few weeks ago that
she and Apollo were sealed. It was real to her, and, even though they had
been sealed sixteen years before, it was nevertheless real to Apollo,
too.
     At the end of each sleep period Apollo knew they were just that much
closer to Earth. It was a new day, much like any other day in space,
except that the anticipation was mounting for their arrival to Earth.
* * *
     Tigh and Omega put Galactica into stationary orbit and ordered the
resupply and refueling procedures to be put into effect immediately.
     Tigh thought it can't be too soon. This is an especially vulnerable
time. We had a similar situation at Planet Carillon where we were short
of fuel and crew. We nearly lost that one; I won't allow it to
deteriorate to that level.
     As soon as Galactica is battle-ready, the holiday rotation can
begin, but a minimum battle-ready party will remain aboard. And, as
always, maximum sensing range will be maintained.
     Tigh contacted Bojay and Jamie and they came aboard. It was time to
end the emergency defense procedures for the time being.
* * *
     Serena accompanied Apollo to the Bridge. She was welcome there.
Everything proceeded normally; she was there for Apollo, but stayed in
the background.
     At the Command level, Commander Cain said, "Apollo, do you know
where we are?"
     "No, sir."
     "In a few hours we'll be at the place from which you launched, from
Galactica."
     Apollo smiled. "That's good to know, sir. It means we don't have
much longer to go."
     "Yes, and I believe we located the star that Earth calls Sun."
     "You have? Where? Can you detect planets?"
     "Hold on, Apollo. No. We're much too far out yet, but I'll let you
know when we do. In the meantime, it's crucial that we detect any
activity at all out here. After all we've been through, we must not have
come this far and this close, to lead the Cylons to Earth."
     Apollo felt a chill. "We must not let that happen, sir, even if it
means we pass up Earth and never go back." He shuddered at the thought.
* * *
     Commander Tigh saw that the crew brought Galactica to battle-ready.
She was the first and only line of defense Earth had. He delighted in the
performance of the new engines.
     Boomer, Sheba, Cassiopeia and Boxie came to bridge to wait for
Tigh's okay to go to the surface. Bojay, with Jamie, returned to the
Surface Defense Center. He started the process of giving the all clear
signal to the Area Supervisors, and shutting down the Center.
     Tigh mused, the shakedown part of the cruise was completely
successful, and the crew did an excellent job of preparing the ship.
Galactica and her Vipers are squared away to go; battle ready. The crew
is eager to rotate on holiday, to the surface.
     He was glad to be back to Earth, but wondered how he would be
received. He could say he had followed the path of Sire Orion's
transmission to get an early warning from any possible Cylon response.
There was no sign of any activity in that quadrant. If there were, Apollo
certainly wouldn't have launched.
     Apollo. He had fervently hoped that he would detect Apollo's Viper
with Serena's in tow. He extended the cruise as long as he could, but
reluctantly, he had to return.
     "Sir," Omega shouted, "sir, would you look at the scanner? There's
something strange at the limit of the long range scan. It's more than a
pip - I can't make it out, but it's closing fast!"
     "A Bogy?" One glance ignited Tigh. "Sound general quarters - battle
stations - scramble!"

* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

     Boxie hit the deck and sprinted for the passageway as the battle
stations klaxon echoed throughout the ship. Sheba raced past. Brie and
Deitra hit the passageways. They raced toward the launching tubes; the
other pilots joined them. 
* * *
     As the klaxon sounded, Tigh said, "Flank speed - it has to be a
Cylon ploy. We've been discovered. We need to intercept as far away from
Earth as possible - Rigel, open a coded channel focused at the Control
Center. Let them hear what's going on. If we don't come back, they'll
have a better chance to carry out defense procedures. Open all Telecom
channels to the ship."
     "Done, sir."
     "This is Commander Tigh. All qualified pilots to the launching
tubes. When Galactica gets up to full speed, launch. Gear to intercept.
Set for short range Council with today's frequency and code. Take up an
attack phalanx ahead of Galactica. Maintain full speed. We can intercept
farther from Earth. As soon as you are in formation, cloak your ships. It
looks like a Cylon attack phalanx approaching at full speed. May the
blessings of the Lord of Kobol be with you."
     Brie and Deitra bolted into the Vipers first in line. They and Boxie
were the first to launch. Sheba wasn't far behind.
* * *
     Athena and the children brought supper to the Center as they
frequently did during the crisis. Bojay had just sat down when an excited
aide brought the transmission in from Galactica. "Sir! A Cylon attack
phalanx is heading this way at full speed! Galactica is launching to
intercept!"
     "Notify the outposts," Bojay shouted, "Get the on-call pilot; it's
Dillon. Warm up the Viper. Inform the Area Supervisors. Get Jamie."
     Athena held Caprica and Aquarius close, her face ashen. "Oh, Bojay,
what can we do?"
     "What we've always done, Athena, the best we can. It looks like
there's only one Base Ship out there, judging from the report."
     "If we win now, what then?"
     "I don't know. No doubt the whole Cylon Empire knows we're here. We
desperately need a breakthrough. If Dr. Zee can develop a super weapon
... ."
     "But that's not certain, is it - Oh, Bojay, Bojay - when will it
ever end?"
     "I don't know, Athena, but we must pray for the best."
     Athena held their children close. "Oh, Bojay ... ."
     Jamie and Dillon raced in together, in their jogging togs.
     Bojay hurriedly filled them in. "Dillon, your Viper will be ready in
a moment."
     Dillon saluted and sprinted to his locker to put on his battle suit.
     "Jamie, tune in on the military frequencies, get on the broadcast
channel and keep the Colonials informed."
     She rushed to check her equipment.
     Bojay slumped to his chair. He had done all he could do. Now all he
could do was wait.
* * *
     "Commander Cain, sir. It's the Leader. There's nothing out there."
     "Thank you, Rashi. That would be Ge. He took his ship out a few
minutes ago to lead the phalanx. Tell him to report anything out of the
ordinary. - Apollo, you look worried."
     "Yes, sir. I was thinking. Colonial Vipers have more sensitive
detection devices than we have, except for my ship. Perhaps we should put
her up there with the Raiders, in the fringe. That way we could detect
Vipers at the same time that they detect us and avoid any kind of
misunderstanding. And we can detect Cylon Raiders sooner."
     "Tolen. Make it so!"
* * *
     Commander Tigh watched the monitor carefully. "Omega. Anything?"
     "Sir. It's a cloud approaching at full speed. Now I see that there
are bogys imbedded in the cloud. They're just coming into view. Sir!
They're Cylon Raiders. You were right!"
     "Tell all ships to arm their weapons."
     Jolly and Greenbean ordered their squadrons to arm. Boxie armed his
lasers. He had never flown in combat. During the escape, the ships he was
in as a child were fired on many times, but this was the first time he
piloted in combat. They were flying to intercept a Cylon attack phalanx.
This could be his first and last battle. He would make every moment
count.
     A voice came through the Council, "This is Sheba. All warriors, many
of you have no combat experience; listen. You'll do fine; you have had
the finest training and the very best preparation for just such an
emergency. Just let what you've learned guide you. Remember, we're a
team. Everyone is safer and more effective when we work as a team.
Remember that and we'll do fine. May the Lord of the universe be with us
all."
* * *
     Boxie had this bizarre feeling, flying at a target too far away to
see, in an attack phalanx he couldn't see. It was as if he were flying
alone into the blackness of space with the stars separating in front and
converging behind him. The lights on the panel told him that the others
were there too. It was strange; the sky looked empty to him. It seemed
that each one was attacking a Cylon phalanx by himself. He trusted that
the computer headed him toward the correct coordinates.
     His dad - would he ever see him again? Would Apollo find a desolate
earth completely devoid of humans? He and the crew of Galactica were
determined that would not happen.
* * *
     Commander Cain wished he'd thought of putting Apollo's Viper out
with the Raiders, but there wasn't time. No harm done. As soon as Pegasus
gets to Earth she'll be fitted with all of the new improvements. Perhaps
they would even develop a Cloaking Device that would conceal an entire
Battlestar. That would really be something. The Cylons would be at a
great disadvantage then.
     Rashi: "Sir. Ge reports something out there."
     "Bogies!" Cain shouted, "Battle stations. Inform the Pilots to arm
their weapons. Get set for a fight to the finish!"

* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

     Dillon thundered into Alpha Sector. It had seemed to take an
eternity to don his battle suit, but a glance at his chronometer told him
differently. He wished with all his heart that he could have told Jamie
goodbye. He might not ever see her again, and to think that he as much as
turned his back on her and sprinted out of her life ... . 
     He threw the Unicom switch and picked up excited Galactica warriors,
dashing into battle. He resolved to destroy every Cylon he could. He knew
that getting to the battle late meant he would have to decide on his own
what actions to take. Hopefully it would be to mop up Cylon stragglers,
not to confront an attack phalanx head on, breaking through the Colonial
defenses. One Viper against a Cylon phalanx? If it was to be, he would
meet it headlong.
     A warm and familiar voice broke in. "This is Jamie Hamilton
reporting on the present emergency. All we know now is that a Cylon
attack phalanx is heading our way, and our entire defense force is on its
way to engage them. Colonials are advised to continue to make
preparations. Remember, we have the best combat units in the known
universe. Stay tuned for further advisories. Jamie Hamilton. Stay tuned
and keep praying."
     Dillon breathed a prayer. It wasn't only what Jamie said that was so
comforting, it was the reassurance in her voice and the manner of her
presentation. He whispered, "I love you, Jamie."
     "I love you too, Dillon." He gasped. He had been heard on the
Unicom. He hurriedly turned off his microphone. "I love you, Dillon." A
gentle hand touched his shoulder. It was Jamie!
     "Jamie!" He covered her hand with his. "You shouldn't have come. We
may not survive."
     "Dillon, darling, whatever happens to you, I want for me. Whither
thou goest, I will go."
     "I love you, Jamie."
* * *
     Rashi: "Commander, Ge's on the horn."
     Cain rushed to the communication console. "Have you made an
identification?"
     NO, SIR. TRACES OF CLOUD ARE OUT IN FRONT OF ME. IT'S DIFFUSING THE
IMAGE TO SOME EXTENT. REQUEST PERMISSION TO MOVE AHEAD FOR A CLEARER
VIEW.
     "Granted. Make it so."
     IT'S AT ONE O'CLOCK TRAVELING AT A PARALLEL, OPPOSITE COURSE.
     "Ge, keep this channel open."
     AYE, SIR.
     Cy and Tolen entered the Bridge.
* * *
     Commander Tigh studied the screen. "Omega, we're closing fast. We
can't take time to give commands as needed. That might be too late. We
can't take that chance. Give the order to fire."
     Jolly and Greenbean passed the order. Boxie shouted, "Jolly, I don't
see anything."
     Jolly calmly replied, "Don't get excited, Boxie. Just fire. You're
not the only one.  At the rate we are closing you won't have time to lock
on, and we may not have a second chance. Sweep your fire back and forth,
up and down. We won't destroy as many that way, but we'll damage more,
and we can mop them up, later."
     "Aye, sir, but aren't we taking a chance of hitting our own?"
     "There's always that chance, we all should be abreast, but we have
to chance it. We can't let them get through."
     "Understood, sir."
     Brie and Deitra acknowledged the order.
* * *
     The Unicom penetrated the tense atmosphere. COMMANDER CAIN, THIS IS
GE. I'LL HAVE AN IDENTIFICATION IN A MOMENT. IT'S ONE SINGLE LARGE SHIP.
IT'S COMING FAST. WE'RE CLOSING FAST. IT'S ALL I CAN DO TO COMPENSATE FOR
THE BLUE SHIFT. IT'S SEEN US. IT'S ALTERING ITS COURSE; IT'S HEADING
DIRECTLY TOWARD US.
     "Tolen, Ge, slow to engage. Ge, vent more Tylium. Keep giving
continuous updates. They might be friendly but watch for Raiders.
     "When we slow, the cloud will continue at the previous rate. In
order to keep Pegasus concealed until the last moment, we must deploy
more cloud. There will be a time when the old cloud will enclose the
intruder and we won't be able to see each other. That will be a crucial
time. When it emerges, we must make an immediate identification and
respond instantly. It may be the difference between victory and the
destruction of all humans everywhere! The forces will barely see each
other.
     "They have the advantage. If they're Cylons, they will probably
fire. They won't expect other Cylons in this sector. If they're Colonial,
we must hold our fire at all costs until we confirm that they are Cylon,
if and when."
* * *
     Boxie squeezed the fire button and held it down. He momentarily got
a visual on the Cylon ships. A chorus of voices came on the Unicom as the
Raiders fell back into the cloud.
     All Vipers opened fire. Blasts of laser fire exploded in the cloud.
The Vipers burst through the cloud, too close and fast to lock on.
     Boxie hit two, raking his fire across the panorama of ships, smoke
and flame. Laser fire came from all around him.
     Deitra kept firing, but, because of all of the laser fire, she
couldn't tell who was hitting anything. Sheba fired at the ships between
the explosions, where no one else seemed to be firing. Brie too sought
out sectors which were not receiving laser fire and concentrated there.
She wondered how the Vipers could get through all of the smoke and debris
without colliding with anything. She held her fire button down and
prayed.
* * *
     The Unicom broke in. GE, HERE. WE'RE TAKING HEAVY FIRE. WE CAN'T SEE
ANYONE. THEY'RE HITTING US HARD - REQUESTING INSTRUCTIONS - THEY'RE
FIRING ... .
     "Can't see anyone - hold your fire!" Cain shouted, "they're cloaked
Vipers! Rashi, launch ours!"
     Cy's voice came on the open channel from the other side of the
Command Level. THIS IS CY. DO NOT FIRE. EXECUTE IN UNISON BY MY COMMAND.
ALTERNATE THIRTY DEGREE ROLLS, LEFT AND RIGHT, CONTINUE TO ALTERNATE.
EXECUTE NOW - LEFT - RIGHT - LEFT - RIGHT - LEFT ... .
* * *
     Tigh concentrated on the scanner and shouted, "Galactica, all
stations fire on targets. Close shields."
     Boomer responded. "They're coming up fast. Wait - they're not
firing. They're acting strangely. Hold fire, sir!"
     "Hold fire - what?"
     "They're waggling!"
     "Waggling? Abort! Hold fire! Decloak your ships!"
     Jolly and Greenbean shouted, "Hold fire!"
     Dillon's Viper streaked toward the fray. Jamie was updating, "This
is Jamie Hamilton aboard warrior Dillon's Viper. According to what I can
gather from the Unicom Channel, there is some confusion. After a brief
but intense skirmish, where hundreds of laser blasts were detected, there
is a cease fire. It seems there's a truce of some sort. Jamie Hamilton.
Stay tuned and keep praying."
* * *
     An excited voice broke through. GE, HERE. MANY OF US ARE HIT.
THEY'RE STILL FIRING. REQUEST INSTRUCTIONS - WAIT - THEY'RE COMING
VISIBLE. THEY'RE PULLING UP. THEY'VE CEASED FIRING. THEY'RE EXECUTING THE
SAME MANEUVER.
     Commander Cain said, "Tolen, watch out ahead. Ease forward."
     Tolen executed. "Aye, sir."
     GE, HERE. OUR VIPERS ARE COMING ALONGSIDE - THERE'S A BATTLESTAR.
     Cain: "Rashi, patch us through on Fleet Com Line Alpha."
     "Aye, sir!"
     "Tolen, bring our ships home."

* * *
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

     The Galactica roared with great excitement. Boomer and Tigh studied
the scanner.
     Omega: "The Cylons are retreating. Sir - there are two Vipers in
with the Raiders!"
     Tigh ordered, "Keep the shields up."
     "Sir. The Raiders are heading toward a large ship coming out of the
cloud."
     "Identify."
     "Sir, It's a Battlestar!"
     "Sir." It was Rigel. "Sir. There's a message coming in on Fleet Com
Line Alpha, sir!"
     "Patch us through. Omega. Keep the shields up. We have to sort this
out."
     "Aye, sir."
     "Commander Tigh!" Cain's likeness appeared on the screen. "It's good
to see you."
     "Commander Cain!" Tigh staggered back. He took a deep breath.
"Commander Cain. I might have known. What's happening?"
     "There's too much to tell you now. Suffice it to say it's good to be
back with you."
     "What can't you tell me?"
     "I'll tell you all about it in a few minutes, when you come aboard.
I'll have some Vintage Ambrosia waiting for you. I understand Cassiopeia
is aboard. Bring her along. My Vipers will escort you in. Cain out."
     What's going on? It's Commander Cain, all right, my eyes aren't
deceiving me. It's Pegasus. How does Cain know I'm a Commander? How does
he know Cassiopeia is aboard?
     "Omega. Take the helm. Rigel, ask Cassiopeia to meet me in Launch
Bay Alpha. Omega, keep the shields up. If you're attacked, fight back.
Remember, the Colonials are your only concern. It would be foolish to
hope everything is as it appears to be - what does it appear to be? I
hope to see you in an hour."
     "Aye, sir." Commander Tigh never ceased to amaze him. The risk he
was taking. But he seemed to have everything under control.
     Cassiopeia stood in the passageway just outside the antechamber as
Tigh left the Bridge. "What's going on, Commander?"
     "I'll fill you in. Let's go."
     "Aye, sir," she said, as she jogged to catch up, "where are we
going?"
     "It's up to you, Cassie. You don't have to go if you don't want to."
     "Of course I'll go - where are we going?"
     "How can I say - it's Pegasus. It's Commander Cain. They're here."
     "Commander Cain - sir, we were under attack!"
     "No. We only thought we were."
     "What? They're Cylons!"
     "I don't know what to think. I do know that it is Commander Cain,
and he wants to see us."
     "Us?" Cassie said, "You said us?"
     "Yes, us. He asked me to bring you. I don't know how ... ."
     "A guess? That could be. He doesn't know Starbuck is lost. He might
have thought I'd be with him ... ." She sighed, "What'll I say to Cain?
Oh, if only things were different."
     "I know." The hurt in her eyes returned whenever she thought of
Starbuck. He tried to avoid mentioning him, but his name came up often,
too often.
     The shuttle pilots stepped forward.
     The Commander held up his hand. "There will be no need for weapons.
Leave them here." 
     "Sir? You are to be secure at all times, sir."
     "If there's a need for them, we won't stand a chance."
     "Aye, sir."
* * *
     Sheba was confused when two Vipers came out of the cloud, and
astonished when Pegasus emerged after them. Her heart leaped. Can it be
... . She gasped, it has to be - it's the Pegasus - Dad? She shouted,
"It's Dad!" into  the Unicom. She found herself making her approach to
the Pegasus Landing Bay.
* * *
     Commander Cain stood in the landing bay. He had asked Apollo,
Starbuck, Cy and Ro, and Serena join him. Tolen took charge of the helm.
There would be a color guard, and as in the Victory Awards Ceremony,
there would be alternating Cymen and humans. Cain thought it would be the
best way to help explain the situation that presented itself to Galactica
and to Commander Tigh.
     Cain was taken aback; a Viper came in, lasers still smoking. The
Pegasus Vipers had no authorization to fire. The Red Squadron insignia -
from Galactica. Who would land here on his own - no damage? - "Sheba!"
     Sheba dropped to the deck and sprinted to him. Her face radiant with
the jubilation she had long awaited. They drew each other into their
arms.
     She sobbed joyfully. "I knew it, I knew you would come back, I've
missed you so, but I never gave up."
     "Me too, baby. Oh, you look so good."
     She looked up from Cain's shoulder to see Apollo and Serena coming
toward them. "Oh, Apollo," she shouted, "you found her. I can't believe
it. This is wonderful - and Starbuck! You've all come home!"
     The color guard assembled. Commander Cain and Sheba stood at the
shuttle door when it opened. The pilots exited and stepped aside. At the
sight of the Cymen, Commander Tigh warily stepped down. The Commanders
shook hands, drew themselves together, hugged.
     "Apollo. Serena!" Tigh drew away and pulled them in together,
embracing them both. "Praise the Lord!"
     Cain grinned.
     Starbuck's heart pounded as he watched for Cassiopeia.
     Tigh looked around and took it all in. "Starbuck - yes, Cain, you
have some explaining to do!"
     "Before that, Commander, I want you to meet my crew."
     Warrior Cassiopeia cut her eyes around apprehensively from the
shuttle door. At first, all she saw was Cylons. Then Cain - and Apollo.
And then, "Starbuck - Starbuck!" She leaped into his arms, "Oh, Starbuck
... ."
     Starbuck held her tight and whispered, "Oh, how I missed you, Cassie
- I love you."
      "Starbuck, I'll always love you."
     "Cassie ... ." Cain stepped over and put his hands on their
shoulders, and whispered, "My dear friends, you have my blessings."
     Cain escorted Tigh down the line, stopping at each complement
member, Cyman and human, and introducing each by name.
     Tigh shook each hand. "Commander, this is worth a thousand words.
I'm eager to hear everything. This is unbelievable!"
     "Believe it, Commander. After we're done here, Cy and I will take
you on a tour of the ship and explain."
     "Cy? As in Dr. Zee's dream? Starbuck's Cy?"
     "Yes."
     "Fantastic!"
     "Yes." Cain glanced at Starbuck and Cassiopeia. "It is - Starbuck is
occupied - Apollo, Serena, come if you wish, or stay."
     Serena looked at Starbuck and Cassiopeia, then she looked at Apollo
and said, "This is where we came in." She smiled, "Right, Apollo?"
     "Right, Serena - Commander Cain, sir, if you don't mind, Serena and
I will find a corner where Starbuck and Cassiopeia can see us, and join
us if and when they want to, if it's all the same to you."
     "Of course, Apollo, make it so."
     "Okay, Serena?"
     "Perfect, Apollo." She glanced at Starbuck and Cassiopeia, and
smiled. "Perfect!"
     Cain said, "Tigh, we have a special guest in the brig. I wonder if
you'd care to meet him ... ."
     "Who is he?"
     "Baltar."
     "Congratulations, Commander, but I think I'll pass. I have an
aversion to quislings."
     "I thought you would."
     "I rejoice that he's finally in the brig."
     "You have a brig, too, a sharing schedule can be arranged ... ."
     "No, thank you."
     "I thought not."
     "Perhaps you can make some money with a quisling exhibit."
     "Perhaps."
* * *
     Omega anxiously watched the scanner. It had been an hour and no word
or visible activity from Pegasus.
     What kind of situation is this, he wondered, an attack phalanx of
Cylon Raiders leading a Battlestar into battle, and then, after
engagement, breaking off and landing on her?
     It could be a deception. But what kind of deception? Commander Tigh
was justified in keeping Galactica at general quarters. An hour and no
word. But Tigh specified that would be no action with no provocation.
     Rigel: "Sir, a message on Fleet Com Line Alpha."
     Commander Tigh appeared. "Omega. Everything's fine here. Stand
down."
     "Rigel, tell the ship to stand down."
     "Aye, sir." As she completed her message and it soaked in, a
triumphant cry resounded through the ship.
     "Patch us through to Boxie, put him on the line."
     After a moment, Rigel said, "I have Boxie on visual, sir."
* * *
     Boxie concentrated on his sensor screen. "Hear, sir."
     Commander Cain appeared. He looked to his side. "Where are those
space wanderers? Come on out here."
     Apollo appeared. "Dad - Dad! You're safe!"
     Apollo grinned. "Safe and sound."
     Boxie didn't dare hope, but he had to ask. "Commander Cain said
'Those ... .'"
     Serena faded in. "Boxie - Boxie! You're all grown up!"
     Boxie  leaned closer. "Mom? Is it you? Mom!"
     "Boxie, you're so handsome."
     "It is you!" Tears came to their eyes. "Mom, I've missed you so. I'm
so glad -   I'm so glad - I can't wait ... ."
     Serena brushed away the tears. "Oh Boxie! I can't either. My dear
little Boxie!" She turned to the side, and looked back. "I'll see you
soon, Boxie - Commander Tigh wants to speak to Omega."
* * *
     Commander Tigh: "Omega."
     "Sir?"
     "Call in the Vipers and turn her about. We're going home!"
     "Aye, sir!"

* * *
CHAPTER THIRTY

     Commander Cain turned the helm over to Tolen and boarded the
shuttle. Sheba, Tigh, Apollo and Serena, Starbuck and Cassiopeia, and Cy,
boarded with him.
     Tigh had Galactica on the horn. "Boomer. We're bringing a special
member of the Pegasus crew along with us. Make him as welcome as the rest
of us. Understand?"
     "Roger, sir - sir? I don't suppose he's a Cylon."
     "Yes, but he doesn't like to be called that. He's a Cyman."
* * *
     Boomer would see for himself. He called for the color guard to
assemble in the left landing bay. "Come, Boxie. Let's go!"
     "Sir. This a part of history, don't you agree?"
     "Yes. I see what you mean." Boomer stopped at a Telecom junction and
opened the line to the ship. "Boomer, here. All nonessential personnel
muster in the left landing bay."
     Boxie's grinning approval told him he had read his mind. Was it his
imagination that he heard a distant thunder? He thought he must have been
away from Earth too long.
     When they got there, some cadets and pilots had already arrived.
Boomer smiled as others thundered by, excitedly forming ranks. Boomer
thought they were a great bunch. He knew some of them as Boxie's
classmates in the escape. Athena did a great job teaching them,
especially considering the conditions aboard Galactica.
     They hurried to the spot where the shuttle would park. As the last
of the cadets and crew arrived, Boomer raised his hand to talk. "Men.
This is an historic event. You're the best; look it. I want you to
receive everyone equally well, as warriors honoring warriors." At the
puzzled looks, he said, "You'll be glad you did." He hoped they would be.
He was determined that it would be so.
* * *
     The Raiders stowed on Pegasus, the Vipers aboard Galactica. The two
mighty warships picked up speed and zeroed in on the coordinates of
Earth. Sun came into view without aid as a point of light in the middle
of the windscreen. As it grew slowly larger, Cain, noticed that Tigh
looked concerned, and gave him an inquisitive look.
     Tigh answered the look. "I'm concerned about how the outposts will
respond to us. From our transmissions the outposts know that Galactica
intercepted an oncoming force identified as Cylon. They know that the
engagement broke off. Most likely all of the outpost Colonials are on
alert. No doubt, what little defense force we have left has launched and
is on its way, and the Colonials on Earth are bracing for the worst,
preparing for a fight to the finish. I have to contact the Command Center
and update them ... ."
     Cain glanced at Cy and answered. "By all means, contact them
immediately, it may take few minutes to reach some of them. According to
our information there are no Cylons in this sector."Cy nodded.
* * *
     Jamie tried to make out what had happened. There were a myriad of
objects on the fringe of their monitor. She heard Boxie and someone he
called Mom. She tried to sort it all out when a transmission from
Commander Tigh came in.
* * *
     Pips appeared on the fringe of the screen. As Tigh finished
speaking, they diverted to come alongside.
     Tigh whispered, "you have no idea how proud I am at this moment."
     Cain put his hand on his shoulder and whispered back, "Oh, I think I
do."
* * *
     Jamie thrilled in the anticipation to the reactions to her next
report. The outpost defenses had given all of the little they had. They
had not heard from Galactica. They had to assume the worst. As far as
they knew, they headed into certain death. Now they came alongside to
escort them in. They were heroes as much as any other warrior that day.
It was such a warm, proud moment for all Colonials.
* * *
     The bunker echoed with the sounds of children crying and the hushed
tones of their mothers trying to console them. Athena, despite the
desperate nature of the situation, summoned all of the courage she could
muster. She had to be brave, she had to be the role model that others
could emulate.
     She calmed her children, and moved from family to family,
encouraging them. It tore her apart, but she was gratified to see the
trust and hope in their eyes as she spoke.
     Bojay had just located Athena when an aide raced from the Unicom.
They paled as they expected the worst. Breathless, the aide blurted, "Sir
- Jamie - the Pegasus! ... ."
     Eerie silence blanketed the bunker. "The Pegasus?"
     "Sir. Pegasus and Galactica are coming in escorted by Vipers!"
     "Pegasus! But the Cylons ... ."
     "Sir. The way I understand it, there were no Cylons. Jamie said
Commander Tigh and Commander Cain will explain when they get in."
     "Notify the outposts - Commander Cain? - Athena, did you hear that?
Commander Cain and Pegasus are back!"
     The news spread and excitement echoed through the bunker.
     Athena held Caprica and Aquarius in her arms. "But Bojay, what about
Apollo and Serena?"
     "The aide didn't say. But it's great news, isn't it?"
     Tears welled in her eyes.
     Bojay thought a moment, and said, "I'll have the Unicom
transmissions piped in here."
* * *
     The moment Dillon landed his Viper on Galactica, Jamie got
authorization to broadcast the events to Earth. When the ceremonies were
over, Boxie squeezed his way through to his mom and dad, and the jubilant
family embraced; joyful tears mingled; they were finally together again.
     Brie and Deitra found Serena and shared their joy. Boomer and
Starbuck and Cassiopeia found each other and rejoiced.
* * *
     Cain called Apollo and Starbuck to the screen. "Look at this -
planets!"
     "Where?" Starbuck asked.
     "There and there, and there's another."
     "Where's Earth?"
     They strained to see the first glimpse through the windscreen. And
there she was, a bright, growing point of light with an aura of blue.
     Tigh tore himself away; he had a Battlestar to run. Cy was
fascinated with the beauty of the planet, and tried to imagine the
Cymen's future on it. Serena daydreamed about sharing Apollo's apartment,
her new home, the home she had never seen. Boxie looked forward to his
holiday with his family. Starbuck and Cassiopeia would never be apart
again. They intuitively planned on a large sealing ceremony on Pegasus,
with Commander Cain officiating. Commander Cain thought about retiring
from the service, perhaps becoming a military consultant, and completing
his chronicles.
     Galactica closed on Earth and they made out oceans and continents.
Eagerly Boxie pointed out her features, and the area the colony occupied,
growing as Galactica approached.
     Commander Tigh called the Defense Command Center and asked for
Bojay.
* * *
     "Sir, it's Commander Tigh."
     "Bojay, Is Athena near?"
     "Aye, sir, here she is."
     Tigh stepped aside.
     "Athena! It's Apollo!"
     "Apollo - " She gasped. "Oh - Apollo!"
     "Yes, Sis, and I have Serena and Boxie and Starbuck with me!"
     Bojay responded gleefully, "Starbuck - Starbuck's there?"
     "I'm here, Bojay!"
     Apollo broke in, "Athena, we have a lot of catching up to do. We'll
see you in three or four hours."
     "We'll be here with open arms!" Tears streaked her face. She hugged
Caprica and Aquarius. "Bojay, our prayers are answered." Joyful noises
echoed through the shelter.
* * *
     Jamie shuttled aboard Pegasus and broadcasted interviews with each
of her human warriors, warriors the Colonials had no way of knowing that
they survived.
* * *
     Commander Tigh maneuvered Galactica into her synchronous orbit
position above the colony. Pegasus took up a position beside her. They
hung like bright stars in the azure sky, above.
     Tigh was ready to face the council.

* * *
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE 

     The welcoming party awaited the arrival of the skyshuttle, in the
landing bay.
     The hatch opened and the Defense Council security escort stepped
out. Commander Tigh spoke to them, and they reluctantly marched over and
placed their weapons on the bulkhead rack. Cy appeared to take it as a
ceremonial gesture. The escort stood at attention but glanced from time
to time at him, then turned away as if to avoid the appearance of
staring. He remained the only one armed; he wore his battle dress as
always, and carried his sword and handgun strapped to his waist.
     The Defense Council stepped down. No concealing it, they were
scared. They couldn't keep their eyes from Cy. Commander Tigh was the
first to greet them. Then it was Commander Cain's turn. After Cain was
Cy. Tigh took each Councilman by the arm and introduced Cy to them.
Apollo thought Tigh's fingers dug perhaps unnecessarily deep into one or
two of the Councilmen's arms. Sire Orion was one of them. The other
Councilmen, when they went on to Sheba and Serena, and Apollo and
Starbuck, cut their eyes toward Cy.
     As Apollo and Starbuck accepted their welcome, Drs. Wilker and Salik
beamed and warmly shook hands. Dr. Wilker whispered, "Give it to 'em,
Apollo. Sire Orion hasn't gotten over the last meeting, yet."
     Apollo smiled, "Tell us all about it, later."
     Dr. Salik smiled and whispered, "Cassiopeia, we really pulled it
off, didn't we?"
     Cassiopeia grinned as they hugged. "We certainly did!"
     Tigh and Cain led the visiting contingent and escort to the Planning
Compartment.
     Dr. Wilker convened the meeting, reminding the Council that this was
an historic event. That was a brilliant move, Apollo thought. There would
be no quibbling.
     Dr. Wilker quickly turned the meeting over to Commander Tigh, who
introduced Commander Cain. Not that anyone there hadn't heard of him; he
was a legend. Cain briefly reviewed the experiences he and the Pegasus
crew had, from the Great Battle up to the present moment. Then he
relinquished the floor to Starbuck and Cy.
     Starbuck explained how he came to meet and trust Cy. Cy described
his programming as a Cylon, and Starbuck's subsequent reprogramming.
Abruptly he drew his sword and handgun.
     Some Council members froze and others frantically dove for cover.
     DOCTOR WILKER, I HEREBY, AS A TOKEN OF THE CYMEN'S DEDICATION TO
PEACE IN THE UNIVERSE, AND AS A STATEMENT TO YOU OF OUR PEACEFUL INTENT,
PRESENT MY WEAPONS TO YOU. LET THIS SYMBOLIZE OUR INTENTION TO ABOLISH
THE SCOURGE OF THE CYLONS FROM THE UNIVERSE, TO PRESERVE THE PEACE.
     Wilker received the weapons, and bowed. "We gladly and gratefully
accept these tokens of your intent." A smattering of applause followed,
which was supplanted by looks of fear and amazement when Dr. Wilker
continued, "And, in return, to symbolize our trust in you and your
commitment, I offer them back to you."
     Cy thanked him and refused. Dr. Wilker placed them on the table
before them and shook Cy's hand. Cy reached across and gently drew Dr.
Wilker into a hug. Dr. Wilker hugged him back. Apollo felt the tension in
the compartment dissipate. Another smattering of applause, which
gradually increased to a vigorous ovation.
     Commander Cain stood to continue his presentation.
     Cy held up his hand. ONE THING MORE, SIR, IF I MAY.
     Cain smiled, gestured with a sweep of his open hand, and sat down.
     WITH YOUR PERMISSION, SIR, AFTER WE HAVE TIME TO RELAX AND
REHABILITATE, AND AFTER WE PREPARE AND REFUEL OUR SHIPS, WE CYMEN WILL
LEAVE AND START THE PROCESS OF PERSUADING THE CYLONS TO OUR CAUSE. WE
WILL NOT FAIL. THIS WAR WILL CONTINUE ONLY UNTIL EACH CYLON HAS BEEN
CONVERTED OR DESTROYED.
     Cain responded. "You Cymen would gladly have my permission, but it's
not mine to give. The Defense Council must approve it."
     ONE MORE THING. WE RESPECTFULLY REQUEST THE USE OF PEGASUS TO LAUNCH
US UP TO FULL SPEED IN THE DIRECTION OF THE COORDINATES OF THE NEAREST
BASE SHIP. WE ARE CONFIDENT THAT WE WILL BE ABLE TO POSSESS THAT BASE
SHIP FOR USE AS A BASE OF OPERATIONS.
     Sire Orion rose and asked, "Cy, once you Cymen have rid the universe
of Cylons or have converted them, then what will you do?"
     WE HAVE TASTED INDIVIDUAL FREEDOM AND PEACE. OUR DESIRE AND HOPE IS
FOR FREEDOM AND PEACE IN ALL THE UNIVERSE. WE WILL ESTABLISH FREE CYMEN
CIVILIZATIONS ON PLANETS SUCH AS THE RED PLANET YOU CALL MARS.
     "But," Sire Orion said, "there are sand storms and high winds on
Mars, it's cold, has no food, and little water and oxygen ... ."
     EXACTLY - IT'S PERFECT! CYMEN HAVE NO NEED FOR FOOD, WATER OR
OXYGEN, AND WE CAN THRIVE IN TEMPERATURES MUCH LOWER THAN THAT. YOU CAN
SEE THAT WE ARE BUILT TO RESIST SUCH THINGS AS SAND STORMS, IN FACT, WE
COULD USE A POLISH NOW AND THEN.
     STARBUCK AND APOLLO CAN ATTEST TO THE FACT THAT WE ARE ADEPT AT
BUILDING UNDERGROUND. MARS AND OTHER PLANETS LIKE IT ARE LIKE PARADISE TO
US. HUMANS CAN'T LIVE THERE AND CYMEN COULDN'T LIVE HERE ON EARTH FOR
LONG. IT'S THE SAME PROBLEM WE HAD ON PLANET ATTILA. THE MOISTURE OF
EARTH IS CORROSIVE TO US.
     THERE IS NO NEED FOR ANY COMPETITION BETWEEN HUMANS AND CYMEN. WE
WILL REMAIN FRIENDS TO HUMANS IF THEY ALLOW US TO BE.
     Dr. Wilker queried the Council. "I submit to you, Cy, that I, for
one, pledge that I will do all I can to promote that friendship. How
about the rest of the Council? Will the Council pledge friendship to the
Cymen, and support them, and approve of the use of Pegasus for the stated
purpose?"
     There was an outburst of applause and cheers, and even Sire Orion
was exuberant. The meeting ended with handshaking, and excited
conversation with Cy.
     Jamie broke for the Communications Compartment to make her report to
the colony.
     After everyone else left, Commander Cain asked Cy, "Perhaps you
could build a brig on Mars and keep Baltar there?"
     Cy chuckled, PERHAPS.

* * *

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

     Apollo gave Serena a tour through the neighborhood, and then carried
her across the threshold to their apartment. That evening she acquainted
herself with the apartment.
     They rose, it was noon on the mountain. They sat on the bench at the
end of the bridge.
     Boxie took a holiday, approved by Commander Tigh. He came to the
bench, walking his daggit. Athena declared a school holiday and she and
Bojay brought Aquarius and Caprica.
     Cy accompanied Starbuck and Cassiopeia, and Dillon and Jamie, as
they spent the morning making plans and arrangements for their sealings.
And their honeymoons. Starbuck and Cassie even thought of a second
honeymoon sometime in the distant future, visiting Cy on Mars. Cy clearly
enjoyed it all. They were on the way to Apollo and Serena's, and found
them at the bench.
     Deitra and Brie came by with their dates, to picnic by the stream.
Sheba and Omega, arm in arm, stopped off on a tour of the Colony.
     Joy radiated from the faces of the passers by, and there was a
spring in their steps.
     Apollo looked down to the sea, into the valley, and up the mountains
to the sky. He looked around everywhere. And he smiled. And thanked God.
* * *

The End